The sweetest music confidently plays
in the evening shade
Moving triumphantly
I lay me down to sleep
Yet, my mistaken heart
still beats afraid
My eyes stop to weep

No one is looking
as my reflection
shows on a drop of tear
The world has no thoughts
of me and mine
Yet, the sweetest music
is still here
Tasting like
the finest wine

Why can I not soar into these notes
my heart can hear
Taste the sweet warmth of this wine
Accept that I have naught to fear
In this mistaken
heart of mine

A warming brush of lips I feel
upon my weary brow
Moving softly,  I lay me down to sleep
Hushing my mistaken heart
and tears of now
Taking my fears away
to keep