Stealing my heart in a conversation
His fingertips played Chopin and painted passion
Because I knew how to live!

Transcending music with an arrow
He left me with quivering lips
Saying, this too shall pass

He stole what was mine
No despair anymore
Now I tell you, my bemusement

Should I continue the story
A broken soul- here's the great matter
I have no visitors in old age, a venerable maiden