The moonlight

Just as if it is a spotlight

On a comedian, dancer, poet

On a performer

One who performs in the middle of the night

His audience comprises of the flowers, trees, and stars

The flowers bend with praise

The trees' leaves rustle as if clapping

The stars seem to wink their approval

And the nighttime performer collapses from restlessness

He sleeps beneath the stars

Blanketed by inspiration

And awakened

By the one who he would expect least of all to see

The one who should have been his audience to what he just said

And apparently she was in it

She heard everything he said

So she cuddled up in his arms

She gently kissed his lips

Then she recited his amazing performance and even added to it

"I Love You Too"