Song to the Masters IV: Offenbach & Strauss

When gentle sun and tranquil breeze tenderly touch,

Over azure blue a heart falls for dance much;

‘Tis the time of waltz and operetta joyous,

In physical form and rhythm all conscious;

Ah, celebrate sweet love’s embrace!

Hold out a hand with affection on waist.

There you are, Mr. Offenbach, this piece complete we must -

Your lovely barcarolle make even passersby adjust;

Let us sway into canals and waters deep,

Arms linked, with a darling sweet, ready to daydream;

The salted texture of sea air downstream,

A splash of infatuation, a sprinkle of maturity, sound each string.

Shall we dance, Mr. Strauss? The ball has begun -

Gowns bloom and twirl like sunflowers spun;

Let us step and slide into a room on water,

Rock this way, hair and arms sway, demure for a kiss may;

In companion’s eyes we smile and obey,

Waltz king convey, each step must weigh, chance of romance at bay.

Oh, a lover’s memory you ardently evoke,

As sun set and winds gently blow;

Luscious passion young and unforgettable,

In moments grasp and romance impeccable;

Of wanton days innocent yet sensual,

Your dance a radiance wishing never ephemeral.