Memory of a Summer’s Night

A favourite memory of a fading summer was one
Of a warm bass note resonating in a darkening sky,
Where the night slowly cloaked a sea of bobbing heads and tapping feet
And the wafting scent of coffee and rings of cigarette smoke
Intermingled with the maze of music notes that lingered in the air
Long after each musician finished their piece.
Most of all I remember the crisp sweet air that whispered through trees
Above our heads, their branches swinging along with the swaying tunes
Almost as if they felt the music and were dancing with us
To the last few slow numbers of the night.

And somewhere between the calls of coffee orders and cries of one more song,

Between the rising crescendo of applause and the cascading fall of leaves,

Music fading along with the last ebbs of daylight

And silence falling upon the slowly emptying street;

Somewhere between I heard a promise-

That although this night would soon end

And the memory would fade from us,

Soon summer would come back again

With new nights there to greet us.