How the world sounds at 2 AM

It's silent except for the bustle of thoughts

The occasional cricket or snore

And the connecting of dots

But the world at 2 AM is quiet

The shadows dance on walls

And the clock sleepily ticks by

The bed is warmly wrapped in blankets and shawls

And it comes to a still

Planes pass swiftly through the dark

Cars calmly roll through streets

And the birds settle down in the park

Hearts slowing to a few beats

The world at 2 AM

Is quiet until the morning starts

And people begin their commutes on the tram

All quiet until it finally departs