Albo’s Strauss Waltz© arlene s bice
‘twas a painting, a print really
in my Mediterranean dining room
hung over my stereo console
back in the early days
married, becoming an adult
a perfect union, one glance
created music in my head
dropped down to my heart
while the stereo was off
impossible to be sad, silent
added life to a dinner party
gaiety before mellowness
circled the table formally set
guests mentally share a waltz
strangers became friends.
