beneath unseen stars , sirens trill and nymphets dance , as thy serene enchanting virtuosity , enraptures the night as the evening breeze suffused with the scent of flora blew past their faces , as she stared in to his eyes and he stared back in to hers , as he sang his poesy and bared another little fragment of his past and of his heart to her , it felt as if the past had become the present , that the words he spoke were not for a lost love but for the lover sitting right in front of him .