Bolton Street At Night 1900

Walk down into Bolton Street strolling unhurried enjoying the pleasant square, Turning off along a small side street with lights no people, nothing is there, Then in a window a golden cube it's the main window in a night black as coal, A small glow of light appeared and for a moment, etched it's image in my soul. So I stood and filled my pipe and rested near this glowing window full of light, Then to my amazement cool drops from piano keys tinkled so softly in the night, I stood there listening to a maestro a musical genius playing a familiar tune, Greg, Schuman or Chopin’s music played so sweetly under a full harvest moon, Out of the same window an angel appeared and sung with such a beautiful voice Beating of keys on wire made hairs on my neck stand, the tune a lovely choice.