Dancing at Midnight

Pretend that the stars are violins, they are constant, always there.
At the end of the song, they maybe die down a little bit, because the sun is coming.
The candle flame is the flute, it flickers, rising and falling with the drums,
every time you step, they beat and with them rize the flutes.
Every time I step, imagine the chandeliers as bells, every time I step, they chime.
We are dancing, at midnight, to the flickering of the fire, to the ever present shining of the stars.
To the movement of our feet, to the ever present beat and the silver, ringing, shining of the bells.
We are dancing at midnight, in a ballroom filled with music.
We sway, we step, we listen
and pretend that stars are violins.