My reply to her Madame's Inquisition was to reply
Simply , "music" , Madame.
"We are having a fine discourse
On the advantages of a six string orchestra as opposed to a banjo man" I leaned in closer to her daughter's ear whispering,
"Meet me in the garden at midnight and I shall further the conversation". To which she leaning over close to my ear replied softly in a purr, "to what purpose should I have the audacity or interest to rouse from sleep and find my way barefoot into a dew covered chilly night?"
"And, so you know, I find your advances and suppositions rather casual and presumptively
Accusatory on the nature of my innocence."
"No, never should I or would I presume, dear!"
" I just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss and speak more
Of Mozart and how your ear Smell's of cinnamon and peach cream.".
"God ****** Brutus!".
"OK!! Allright"
"I'm drunk tired let's just get it on and go to sleep".
Play is almost necessary after years