On Moonlight Hill

That Red Rose Café

on a high and windy hill

The magical fingers

of the Spanish guitarist

mesmerising diners

captivating hearts

He strummed and he sang

into the night …

and Into the night

the misty moonlight

peering through the window

The world stood still …

Flamenco Dancers

 

The flamenco music from the Spanish guitar,

Dancers foot-tapping to sounds of the castanets,

In red and black costumes

Clapping and singing ole!