Crickets Sing, J.Wright

Crickets Sing
By Jackson Wright

Even in the city, the cricket still sings
Her song goes unheard by the ears of false kings
The bass line hum of dusk
Always present but never heard
Playing every night to an audience of none

In the approaching autumn air
Swirling the footsteps of the dreamers
Her voice fades into the black
Like the songs of so many

Sing on, for the winter comes
Play on, in the face of drums

After the clamoring cymbals rust
After our kings lose their might
The songs of the dreamers
The chorus of the crickets
Will remain dancing in the night