Michael Crawford

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation,
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination,
Silently the senses abandon their defenses,
Helpless to resist the notes I write,
For I compose the music of the night
Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor,
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender,
Hearing is believing,
Music is deceiving,
Hard as lightening, soft as candle light,
Dare you trust the music of the night
Close your eyes,
For your eyes will only tell the truth,
And the truth isn't what you want to see,
In the dark it is easy to pretend,
That the truth is what it ought to be
Softly, deftly,
Music shall caress you,
Hear it, feel it,
Secretly possess you
Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you can not fight,
The darkness of the music of the night
Close your eyes, start a journey through a strange new world,
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before,
Close your eyes and let music set you free,
Only then can you belong to me
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication,
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation,
Let the dream begin,
Let your darker side give in,
To the power of the music that I write,
The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight,
Help me make the music of the night