Music of the night

Beethoven's - Moonlight sonata  
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Tr0otuiQuU&feature=youtu.be
 
The clouds that move in slow procession    
remember, never to the earth be tied.
Pensive, waiting for the moon's progression  
reflect the glow, whatever side.  
As the stars small, glitter. humbly,  
in major and in minor all combine,  
a chorus in the lunar summary  
as each day, at end, begin its prelude.  
Settled twilight as the bird set down to roost  
a timpani, a feather falling on the coup.  
 In the dimming, each mischievous sprite    
see the looming shadows lengthen,  
laughing, dancing in delight.  
The orb begins its vernal transit  
Earth, its child forever tied  
in gestation rise and fall, glowing, rising,  
ebbing, failing in each month, wax and wane.  
To be reborn, in the show of that proclaim.  
Plucking at the heartstrings, shinning brass  
reflection warm yet ever cold.  
In its snowy iridescence, some to slumber in its pass  
others pulling down their dreams, do you suppose?  
ray's so bound in pensive meanings,  
the wings of romance all unfold.  
Gather all the simmered angst,  
benign the climb in its conduct  
and to the gods we give our thanks.  
Satisfy all wishes, in mystery we stand dumbstruck.  
Yours and mine, a satellite that shines so bright  
the encore that repeats forever  
bring the music of the night