We lay down for dancing
On warm summer evenings,
While music is playing
The day ebbs away.
It begins in slow tempo
Our passionate love songs,
Then strings in concerto
Will lead us astray.
Now stars are ascending
The rhythm is gentle,
Caressing adagio
Symphonic in time.
Our moonlight sonata
Allegro crescendo,
Now lost in the beat
Of finale sublime.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.
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