Pierrot stands in the unlit garden with a heavy heart of loneliness, he picks up his lute
and starts to play.
The soft sweet musical notes gently waft through the warm summer breeze, being carried higher and higher.
They tenderly encircle and awaken her with a whisper.
Pierrot distracted by the sudden brightness, gazes into compassionate blue eyes.
She was well familiar with the dullness in his stare and the lack of passion in his heart,
But that night there was hope, there was love
He plays his lute for her… dancing in the moonlight".