Nocturne in G

Oh God! What music, what fine chords
Of pure harmony and magic bliss!
With suffer and with joy my heart was filled.
Next door, from right behind the wall it came,
In this hotel of old style fashion
Grand pianos stood around the suites.
And certainly a great musician
Had settled next to me.
Elation, madness, all perception, I was.
And when the music stopped,
I couldn’t help it,
Trembling, quivering,
To the next door I humbly came.
I knocked, and listened.
"Who is there?" - A voice inquired.
"…. Just to know what music it was."
"What? The music? Nocturne in G it was."
"Oh, thanks, I muttered," and off I went.
The next morning, very well prepared
To introduce myself to the master
That played so well,
Smile on, I stood at the next door.
Two children looked at me and uttered
That just this morning they arrived,
Their parents now deeply sleeping
After a long drive…

Not to provide the names of tenants
Was the strictest custom of the desk.