Can you hear that? No? The quiet of the night is my favourite sound, so still, unchanging, timeless. And if you listen hard enough, you can hear things you’ve never heard before, like the rushing of your pulse, or the whispers of your body, or the deepest, quietest thoughts of your own mind.

I find words, like short bursts of poetry. My heart yearns to run and fly, my body hungers for stillness. The moonlight tickles between my scales like creeping frost, ringing like tiny bells, adding music to my verses.

What do you hear, when all other sounds sleep under the stars?