When the moon starts beaming,
and the stars starts shining
I hear the constant beating of my heart,
pounding so profound; falling apart.

Amidst this burden beneath my chest,
only a rhapsody can make me feel at rest
as I sing along with its tuneful melody,
only music can give me remedy.

As I watch the heavenly bodies
illuminating the atmospheric sheath,
my senses cannot resist, cannot cease
the sensational feeling; so I ponder beneath

"How does a single melody in a pensive lonely night stitch up your worn-out heart while it brings you back to life?"