Your Voice in the Dark

When the sun goes down
And the stars grow dim
And the moon hides in his cave
And all light ceases to be.

Then I search for you
In the cold, in the silent din
In my flailing, in the pangs
I hear your voice
A voice in the dark.

The lilt of the high notes
And the brazen bass
I hear your voice grow clearer
Like the sun after the rain.