Infinitely squandered, your love is gone
The music you love so dearly plays not
Your violin is no longer to don
I, although rapt with attention, hear naught
I wander through the courtyard, listening
But the sweet sound of music is not there
The moon on dark water is glistening
Much like the tears that both of your eyes share
Your wife’s bones in their grave cause your grieving
Her beautiful gravestone so freshly made
But it was her smile that was deceiving
You had wandered into her lovely shade
Though you are blinded by tears, I want you
To spread your wings and fly like you once flew