I sing a dreamland fugue
outside your  balcony,
call for you-Stella!!!
wait for you to come
into the night  make the glorious moon envy,
or, if in the morn, make the sun to set for your glory will
surely light all the skies.
I say, anon, and hark and woe, using every word in my
repertoire
singing below your balcony,
off key
a tad wobbly
Shakespeare
and Beethoven not my strong suits.
So I will instead,
play from my I-phone,
Led Zeppelin,
Over the Hills,
and sing ,
shyly off key,
Hey Lady!!