The Concert

When she hears him,
her fairy man, sing
like a nightingale
under the stars and moon
in the middle of the dark forest
where the Beautywood is
and where the fire burns high,
his joy, his sounds, his enchanting
songs, his heart
take her up into the heavens
and she knows, her place
was never in the shadows
but her feet, her heart were made
to dance, love and hope
along with him