One Night Concert

Music notes of my son's trombone Sneak out from the front door Flow into our front yard, I Follow them To find fireflies every where; The stage is set Crickets singing like bells Shades of leaves dancing in the background Whistling of a distant train Thunder gives a baritone accent; Then and there An elegant deer appears Very cautious, the second to come to this one night concert; We stared at each other for a while among hundreds of fireflies He turned back then, a dark arabesque among the dancing shades of the leaves; I turned myself back too into the house where the trombone music bounded from walls cheerfully then another wilderness sound, the unknown audience applauding