The allure and drama of nature are keenly magnified by night, by the approach of night that seems, whether stealthy or brazen, like the end of all that we know. As the sky darkens and the familiar world becomes strange and new with every evening, songs rise up in the empty spaces daytime has forgot. Do we sing for sheer delight in the dangerous? Attempt to attune ourselves somehow to the great unknown? Or is this music something deeper still, a gracious offering of night's most piquant comforts, daring us to learn the secret language of longing under the canopy of branches, stars—an endless unseen Otherness? The loveliest of all the glories in the songs of night must be our knowing that the sound falls differently on every listening ear.