I'd play the recorder 

for nightingales

who'd fill the canopy 

and enjoy

 

And consider the night 

bright with marvels 

until dawn should loiter 

no more

 

Scars wheals soothed healed

tomorrow save today

here a balm for my wound

only

 

These beliefs shan't spare me

composing tears

however I give

the flute all my air