Trails of salty tears left far behind,
showers that erase the angst of time;
Sorrow finds its home in wasted hours,
as music stirs souls from lonely bowers.

Strolling toward the riverbank at night,
wandering by the rippled waters' sight;
Then releasing a solemn and wistful tune,
while hazy rings dance 'round the moon.

Lyrical and lush the echoes play,
encompassed by a glowing array;
Of midnight splendor above the trees,
where radiant stars lie sparkling with ease.

Cathedral bells ring through misty air,
while carillons sing with sacred flair;
As around the town folks watch and listen,
when heaven reveals its lifelong mission.