When I walked through the halls
How obscure it did feel
To be there in that castle
At an hour such as this

On that night of the spring
I had walked through the garden
At long last I was there
My eyes gazed at the stars

And my violin played
As my song came to end
A soft voice from behind
How it wanted more songs

The mysterious voice 
Seemed content with my song
And I played it the tune
That it recognized sure

I concluded my show
And we talked about things
How I love your calm voice
And the joy that it brings

My dear friend of the night
I will play for you music
I will see you tomorrow
On the night of the spring


Created: April 3rd, 2007