Party in the Atelier

First a flash of gold, leather collar, swinging coat

They run the stairs to the roof as though they'd never seen the moon

The band's about to play, louder laughter, higher mood

And Thomas sheds his pages, and Will, he loves him now and always

Ranged against the wall, standing columns without the ruins

If you had to name them all, you'd guess grace and she'd answer

They'd point you to the roof, they'd say Ascend! to quote the poet

And his smile forebears it all, Oh sure, says Stanley, oh sure