Finito

I once had a Pachebel dream
Where though the night outside was cold
The table inside was set and warm

In our thick cabled sweaters
We gathered around glowing candles
While Canon In D was deep in our eyes

No need for hope, we had all we needed
Most certainly no ordinary people,
We were adagio and vivace

Now dissipated and diminished to silence,
The dream went away with the people
Who never really were to begin with

Just court notations and paper.