Elves on tiptoe trip a starlight ballet

dancing on a moon beam’s silver torch light

glowing golden in the dale at midnight

in the garden down below my chalet

Swaying symphony from lily trumpets

dew grass violins sing out their story

daisy drums beat out orchestral glory

pixie princes waltz with sylphic strumpets

Fairy flautists pipe a soothing solo

oreads ring out a bluebell ballad

frogs on toadstools croak percussion salad

fays strum jasmine banjos in the hollow

All too soon dawn’s light demands finale

with regret I leave my secret grandstand

humming mystic tunes from elvin bandstand

real life calls, and brooks no dilly-dally

Daily drudge with blaring news so tragic

mayhem madness sets one’s heart to harden

dreams of moonlight music in my garden

helps sustain belief there yet is magic.