I used to love Chopin’s nocturnes,

And Paganini’s Romance, believing

The night is made for lovers.

But now I am a night singer

Singing alone with my tired voice

For all the sad and weary souls.

The owls are sound asleep,

The nightingales are silent,

But I will not stop singing.

I am a night singer of hopes

And dreams for a better tomorrow

When tears will turn into joy.

Cite

Wong, P. T. P. (2011). A Night Singer. Dr. Paul T. P. Wong. http://www.drpaulwong.com/a-night-singer/

A Night Singer