Serenade Poem by Jubril Balogun

The beauty in each chord
Throws the night in awe
She sits in utter silence
Swaying her grief away
Feeding the trees endless urge
The winds bear such soothing songs
Each chord stricken holds a pleasant lure
So strong, the moon coys a distant smile
Drinking the seas subtle stride
The mind hence came to valley
Walking the heart to a gentle waltz
Savouring bliss borne in time
Would that the night never age
Would that the moon never wanes
Lest a song untapped
Sang through ears of time.