Tonight, we feasted. Tonight, we listened.
Music did swell as candlelight glistened.
A quartet concerted to play us hits.
Strings casting spells over every wick lit.
A sea of golden light flickers in time…
With the sacred mathematics that strings climb.
Familiar melodies without words’ clues…
Just the perfect sound storm to feed my muse.
Experience shared with my woman wise.
Grab each moving moment; because time flies.

