A bit too lyrical for me...

Since 12:30, I have been counting songs. Not sheep hopping over fences. Bird songs: their incessant whistles, trills, shrieks, cooing, chatter. One moment, it would sound like laser beams in rapid succession. The next, like cicadas in a bitterweed field at sunset. Later, like falling stars or like firecrackers before the BOOM!... or like a scolding mother.

Because I have also measured each song on imaginary music sheets, I cannot sleep. It's now past two in the morning...