Love beneath the soil

Heart is shattered

Soul not sound

My lover lies beneath the ground

She was not mine

Though I taught her to sing

She left me only with her ring

I am an old man

A specter aged

Through my years, now besaged

I cry for her

Cry for her soul

Where her absence left a gaping hole

I leave the rose and ring

Upon her grave

Returning the gift she long ago gave

My sobs grow bitter,

My spirit cold

As I struggle to maintain my damning hold

My porcelain mask,

Now chipped and worn

Symbolizes an old heart torn

I know death hovers

Close overhead

Drawing nearer and nearer with each tear that I shed

For the rest of my life,

Until I am dead

My angel of music will sing songs in my head.