Watcher

My mind is quiet, watching everything
And yet not silent, for it mutters low
The lyrics to the songs that it would sing
Were not it watching nature's greatest show.
For were the world not placing in my sight
The beauties of a world made all of shine
Helped by the evening's orange exotic light
I would embrace the night and call it mine
With song and dance, with poetry in motion,
Chaotic whirls and trills of vocal grace
Expressing that compressed form of emotion
That stems from being in a canny place
But oh such music now would break the spell
This sight put on me as the rain still fell.