In the quietest of the quiets,
In the darkest of nights 
Sitting by the river dale
The only sound I heard 
was the sound of the nightingale.

Rustling of leaves 
And a star studded sky!
A tender chest heaves
As my friend comes by! 

What song do you sing?
What quests do you bring?
After a day full of adventure!
A mind full of thought
Hearing You under stars is my heart's juncture.
Such a teeny presence in this vast world caught
Yet you make a man smile and therefore I'm thankful for your sort

That low soft hum,
Makes me wonder from where do you come?
In your day, what do you do? 
Of this vast world blue, are you afraid too?
Thus the thoughts come 
Even amidst the low soft hum 

In the quietest of the quiets,
In the darkest of nights,
Sitting by the river dale.
Curious and pale,
the sound in my mind vanished. 
The sound of the nightingale.

- Aarya Gandre