Songs for the stars

Here I sit, fingers at my keyboard, feet propped up quite comfortable on my little desk. It is late, and I should most definitely be sleeping. But instead, I listen. My window, which sits above the desk, is open; putting me in a perfect position to hear all the fascinating sounds of the darkness outside. Crickets are the most prominent voice to be heard. Their sweet twitters comfort me in a strange way. It is as though they sing songs of romance to the night sky, projecting everything they can from their small bodies. Thousands of them together, united in song, yet each with his own unique part. Every now and then a soloist can be heard. A voice of higher pitch to sing a new melody, and all the while the chorus continues.
How inconspicuous and common crickets are in the daylight. They seem only to hop around, doing nothing of any consequence, perhaps occasionally frightening a poor child suffering from insectophobia or something of the kind. Yet, when darkness comes, their true natures come forth in song. How lovely it is to hear. How rewarding to listen, if only for a moment, to the majestic sounds of the night...