The rehearsal was over,
The penultimate rehearsal before the concert.
The choir worked so hard,
As did I.
I walked into my house
And there she was waiting for me,
My lover,
We kissed and cuddled.
I poured myself a Whisky,
Auchentoschan was the one,
I had earned this, this evening.
And there I was sitting next to my loved one
Our arms around each other,
A fine scotch being sipped,
And Mozart flowing around us.
What a wonderful way to relax
After working so hard in the choir,
Doing the thing I love,
Creating music for others to hear.