Sweet breath of me
Lily on the water that trembles
In the slightest breeze
The bells that herald the new morning sun
Yawn of a sapling oak,
That stretches its arms across the dawn
The laughter of yours that drives the winds
My name that balances between your lips

With pattering lashes, you drift asleep
As I coax the tune from the ivories
Oh beauty still, even should my fingers bleed
Even should I melt into the keys, the strings
I shall die before I end this piece
To keep alive, one more day
My darling melody