Let me take a minute of your time to set the precarious scene,
It was a warm august night under a full moon and I could see the stars in abundance,
as I sat on the floor leaning on the couch looking out of the opened front door.
I was drinking relatively expensive american red wine,
which goes to say it was probably lower grade on a global scale,
and drinking it from a beautiful crystal wine glass.
I sipped on the expensive swill, while over my right shoulder,
on the couch I could hear moans of happiness from the two girls making out just above me.
There lips could be heard pounding harmoniously along with Fur Elise by Beethoven
playing softly in the background
and the moon, the stars,the opened door and the pleasure could be heard not only from Beethoven,but also from there lips embarked in joy Chopin would not have acheived,
For judgement layed at the open door under the stars and the moon and for Chopin.