Spring Peepers

The peepers are rioting
in the garden 
The sound is so full 
I nearly have to cover my ears
Life dancing in the margins 

Inside, the roar is dulled
But the ache in my chest pulses loudly 
Alone, but not lonely
Well, sometimes lonely

I want to join in
the riotous dance outside 
To be like the peepers
Ecstatic at moonrise 
Dancing and singing 
for all the world to hear