You capture the evening’s rapture
With the vigilance of your camera
Your piano finger on the button
Which unfolded the shutters
Quiet evening, almost night
A friendly wind whispers among the eaves
The walls endure the murmurs
Without betraying their loyal silence
Above the trees
Below the sky
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And the moon which looms above the trees
Like an orange lamp
What colour of Paradise
The leaves are wearing tonight
Do they swing and sway, as always
To the summons of the silent wind
And you on the balcony
Of your book-embowered house
With a heart full of songs
And a goodness that never wanes
Your camera captures the tropical temper
Of a sky that is evening into night
Behind its orange moon is a dawn
Crystal-cool from the diamond of the dew