Poem on Music

I was sitting in my balcony watching the moon and the sky listening to Frederic Chopin, Nocturne no. 21.
There is an unparallel relationship between Chopin's music and the night. I came up with this poem which I call as my version of nocturne no. 21 in words.

"Let the music melt into your bones
and take you to a place up in the sky
where the moon sleeps 
on the bed of clouds
carefree as a child
and the stars singing him a lullaby.
Do not worry about the dawn
as tomorrow the sun will set again
and it's going to be
yet another beautiful night."

Thank you,
Vaibhav Dange