A speaker dances alone at night, caught up in the moonlight and the sounds of the forest. The poem begins gently, with moonlight "dripping" from the sky, but the pace picks up as the dancer spins faster and the steps turn into a "frenzied number." The body becomes an instrument, echoing with sound and driven by a pounding heartbeat.
The speaker feels both wonder and need. The stars answer a "desperate call," and the repeated question "Can't you hear...?" suggests someone who wants a listener, or wants to be understood, while the forest seems to beg them to dance and sing. It reads as a kind of surrender to something wild and natural.
The mood is dreamy and ecstatic, with a trace of urgency. By the end, the repeated line "The night becomes my symphony" shows the speaker no longer just hearing the music but living inside it, with dancer, forest and night blended into one.