What makes music more than we do? Music fills the night like magic.
No such night exists like this--nor ever will again. It comes;
But much like music, night will fade. And morning ends the song with light.
postscript
A pyongsijo for the 26th day of NaPo. Because it was my birthday and I haven't time for longer poems. I do enjoy the pyongsijo form. Eastern in general is quite intriguing. Wish I could read it and write it in its original languages, however.