Moonlight in Versailles

The Moon is a Pianist

He invited the Light to Dance

The glance of the Night was a sleep and the evidence of morning to cold to reap

As the rain was hinding in the glowing mist, a

jovinianist.

The Moon is a Pianist

and he invited the light to dance.

Like a Promised Trance

With a Song to Live by any change

Life lies the dance

Even language a guest

Why else all the music, if noone feels blessed

We dare to dream, but find no Rest

The Moon is a Pianist

He invited the Light to Dance

Everything is in prance

Everything is in splendor and galore

Held within a dream

A fleam

A nighthawk

Cross my heart

Bird of pray

Try to convey

And let me cry in versailles

Play it again an let me live

Play it again and let me swive

Play it again let me Dance in Trance

And the Moon is a Pianist

The Soul is a hall of mirrors and full of mist

Moonshine

A divine lullaby,

entwining Tears in Versailles

Dancing restfully in Trance to the Melody endlessly in felicity

Everything is reflecting in golden Sparks

As it is sung by the larks

Rain in Versailles is a sympony of the Moon and Love in liquity

As a revealing epiphanie.