The Winter Gardens

And this is called "The Winter Gardens"

The trees are filled with falling stars
The music won't out last the night
I sit backstage and think of you
Sometimes we know when something's right

A voice is booming ships and ice
Hands bow and fondle, bang and pluck
Small treasures keep this night alive
I smile a curve and bless my luck
There's magic, love, and what comes after
I know things now I never knew

Such as, I know when something's right
And that my something right is you