Last Night Of Your Love

The conductor called the violins to play,
with cellos resonating in a deep way,
a piccolo shed beautiful retained highlight,
with a plaintiff oboe joining in the fight.

They said that music be the food of love,
which was shaped by magic from heaven above,
I traced your highs and lows, as curve goes,
with sustained beauty from so many bows.

After all, we were to be no longer slaves,
and cherish delight the way that willow waves,
we were led a merry soft dance in indigo,
through spectrums that rose to a high crescendo.

It was time to renew all that the world lacks,
and were asked to rise to a wonderful climax.