a maroon tablecloth lays on the dinner table

like a tight fitted shirt on a man 

with freshly washed plates and utensils spread on the burnished table

the only thing to hear was the sizzle of food

the fresh scent of the ocean swirls around the room

while the broken glasses are under the table

to pierce and poke the new guests soon to arrive

a loud knock is evident at the front door that would impact the evening

six chairs are under the table

with a surprise waiting for them

the moon was dancing  across the floor called the sky the whole evening

And the stars were watching in the audience