I hear bells

when the wind blows.

They are chiming softly

into the night,

beneath the watch of a 

full, orange

moon.

City lights are spread out

on display;

I wonder who else

notices.

Even nights aren't still.

I feel the temperature dropping,

I hear the sounds of people I love -

their silhouettes 

do not entice me,

though their laughter does,

a little.

My own world is

still and silent

amidst the noise and motion.