he said

“sing night, like the star you are”

but night was coy and clever
stayed hidden in the dark
just quiet

“i need your song to know i’m still here”

but the only tune was set to his stillness
in the emptiness of the late, late eve
and there is the taste of tin in the air
electric-bitter on the tongue

what becomes of the man without shadows
while Nyx remains silent?

he prays for notes on the wandering wind…