Sonna

Ever since Sonna was little, the moon had been enchanting to him. When his nestmates slept, he stayed up, looking at the shining shape in the sky.
Seeing a round full moon filled him with a joy that was hard to describe.
Seeing the dying light of a crescent moon filled him with deep melancholy.
Seeing the dark empty sky during new moon filled him with dread and despair.
Every night, without fail, he would sit and look up at the mysterious, beautiful satellite circling his world.

When he got older, he started to try and put these feelings into words. Clumsy at first, but the older he got, the easier it came to him. He became a poet. A singer. And the moon was his muse.
Now, you can hear him sing his songs every night, for the sleepless crowd to enjoy.
Joyful songs about the beauty of the world and the worth of life.
Heartfelt ballads about loss and longing.
And everything in between.