THE DIN OF NIGHT MURMURS

They only sing with a timbre heard deep in the soul
that our body responds with by a flinch, quiver or chilling groan.

Something inexplicable upsets our essence
with the grating like an off key singing voice
while possessing a haunting and eerie disquieting sensation
as it slithers into those secret crevices of our mind
where the soothing light of reason seldom travels.

It happens when we detect that steady, ghostly chorus
in soft, fleeting tones from no visible origin
sending heart tremors throughout our nerves
with that feeling that perhaps some unnatural force
may thrive in the dark concrete crannies and cracks
waiting for discovery.

Suppressing our natural anxiety and fear
one pauses in the chill of a magical midnight
being utterly alone and away from distraction
so one can simply listen to the vague vibrations
from unseen energy and life force
that have bled into a city's canvas of steel and brick.

In the presumed staleness of eve's quiet
the paralyzing silence slowly grows into a throbbing ache
where phantoms come to life in our head
from somewhere beyond this world's reality
and in the process one struggles to close the door
to another realm we fear to visit.