Nocturnal Serenade

The day’s light lowers behind the stage

cuing all to find their place.

With blanket down I scan the sky,

as darkness shades my face.

A lone lit orb begins to rise

first amber then to white,

it casts its beam upon the stage

to shine its stars this night.

With eager calm I lie in wait

for the curtain to depart,

and then to my wanting ears be filled

by the Maestro’s magnificent art.

Haah-Rum…Haah-Rum…Haaahh-Rumm.

Briget…Briget, briget…Briget, briget…Briget.

Briget, Haah-Rum…Briget,briget, Haah-Rum…

Briget, briget, Haaahh-Rumm…Briget.

Briget, Haah-Rum…Briget,Haugh-OOOOOOH.

The water’s edge had come to life

with patterned sounds entwined

Til high on cliff a bay sound’s heard,

leaving some on stage resigned.

As night went on the chorus grew

each sound unlike the rest.

Excitement rose as did my heart

As it pounded in my chest.

Music filled the air all night

til every star was shown,

and when the orb began to fade

one star was left alone.

Haah-Rum…Haah-Rum…Haaahh-Rumm.

Today I thought of nights well spent

as I sat there in the shade,

having ears filled by the Maestro’s art:

the Nocturnal Serenade.