What I hear from the roof

I hear my own breath 
rising and falling with my chest
creating tiny white clouds in the chilly night air 
I hear the click-clack of the computer keys
as my fingers fly across them
eager to tell the world what I hear
I hear the stars
their silent laughter fills my heart with a long lost joy
and I hear every cry, every plead,
every wish whispered with a last breath
I hear the hopes of the world
can you?