Clint and Dad both played trumpet, but Dad didn't have the patience for my humming, and I think he might have given up his horn by then, due to denture-wearing, but my goodnatured brother listened to my humming and tried reproducing the sound on his horn. I knew when he had it right. I couldn't do it right, but I could recognize it when he did it.
Eventually, between the two of us, we achieved what I think of as "the chorus part" of Wonderland by Night by Bert Kaempfert and his orchestra, and of course Clint went on to find the sheet music.
And, also eventually, some smarmy singers (notably Englebert Humperdinck and Anita Bryant) sang it with lyrics, to which I paid absolutely no attention whatsoever. Except, possibly, subliminally—because the poem I wrote today does have a few of the same words in it, like star and kiss, but those are inevitable, like this and that, and the and and.
However, when Kerry's challenge for today at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was for a poem inspired by Romantic music, I thought of Wonderland by Night, and of Mr. Acker Bilk's Stranger on the Shore, which, I knew, already had lyrics.
Sorry I was unable to embed the tune...I kept trying, but my computer is so far out of date it just didn't work. However, this link will take you to YouTube and to the wonderful Wonderland by Night.
once there were stars
that fell to meet us in the evening
they were our stars:
they kissed the edges of our night
you held me close
under the starlight and the dawning
then kissed me so
I knew that everything was right
(insert trumpet solo with wah-wah mute)
once there was evening
that came to meet us with the stars
once there was dawning
that came to meet us with the light
you held me so
I felt the stars as they were falling
you kissed me close
and told me everything was right