A fellowship of ten prepares to dance
to movements of the moonlight’s shimmering beams,
which cascade soul-ward as the dissonance
of minor tones inject their haunting themes
into a fluid stream of harmonies.
Reverberating strains have echoed through
the halls of time—like distant surging seas
of sound—inviting spirits, old and new,
to come and frolic wistfully within
the ebb and flow of music’s finest hour.
I’ve heard the call— it breaks the worldly din,
endowing me with quiet’s gentle power.
The moonlight summons me into its trance;
obediently I begin to dance.
