One evening, the day being done,
Celestia lowered the sun.
Not a moment too soon,
Luna lifted the moon
To show that the night had begun.

Then finding the castle so boring,
She ventured outside exploring.
She went for a trot
Around Canterlot,
With ponies asleep and snoring.

She roamed all the streets through the night
From moonrise until first dawn light,
And beneath the stars,
In nightclubs and bars,
Found company to her delight.

Hearing the sound of a good tune,
She entered a music saloon.
Greeted with cheers,
Food, wine and beers,
She made many friends very soon.

And so she found a new passion:
Live music of every fashion.
Her zeal grew so big
She loved every gig,
Recital and other attraction.

She adored the jazz, soul and blues.
Punk rock never failed to amuse.
But found most magical
Chamber and classical.
Of these she would ever enthuse.

As this new love came to augment,
She yearned to play an instrument.
“I must learn how it's done.
“It will double the fun!
“And be cooler, by twenty percent.”