I listen to her violin play
that sorrowful, mournful melody,
and I believe as though it was written for myself.
While her bow slowly glides over every string,
hitting each note just right,
I find myself beginning to close my eyes.

It is her and I now.
Alone in that grand theatre,
both enchanted by each others' gaze.
My silence envelops the stage,
yet her music breaks though.