There I sat before the near empty stage
When the clear melodic harp strings
Took me to a place of another age
A European lea frequented by kings

Presently the orchestra took their seats
And the mélange of wooden voices teased
Of the night of music, what wondrous feats
I relaxed deeper, my day's soreness eased

Tonight, Spanish works and Latin chords
A lone guitar amid a crowded sea of strings
Embedded folk tunes once enjoyed by lords
Melody ablaze, an image of Andalusia brings

There was certainly a Latin flair that night
Concierto by J. Rodrigo; other works beside
Conspired to give our buoyant wings their flight
Rhapsodies, dances of Mexico; in mind abide