The night sky ever so glimmer,
without you how could I ever shimmer,
bathing in the moonlight with this sonata,
I digress that this may be the final opera...
Lunar eclipse ever so shining,
but why does the night seem like crying,
is this what terror feels deep inside,
or is it serenity ever alive...
For what is bathe in moonshine,
the truth that\'s kept in sight,
for what may truly be,
ever so but surely right...
Fragments moving in adagio,
twirling the pale moon around,
coming to the andante,
for this was my capriccio...