I play entwined with moans of wind's incessant wails,
Beneath cloud shattered rays of moon's soft silver light,
On dappled fields of gold that shine not when the tails
Of eerie dark shadows betray the gloomless night.

Across dark ebony and glintless strings caress
Four fingers deft and skilled of true perfection theived.
They weave their music through a sea whose roll and stress
Reflects a wistful view of all that is perceived

As what might once have been had fate not had its way
And cut bonds cruelly with rusted dull edged blades,
Whose jagged edges now within those phrases stay
And pierce the heart once more as mellow music fades...

The fingers rest not now upon warm supple flesh
But dance a woe filled tune that locked within it has
The pain of memories that live within still fresh
From spirit, soul and mind that merge in sadness as

They skip a note and tears now show those pains not healed
In my eyes that gazed upon you loving yet
Now see nought but shadows in a mottled field,
And cease their labours for it would be wrong to let

The music be tarnished, the violin hits the ground,
A falling foot now ends that dark yet dulcet sound
Two friends no more are friends, no-one is now around
To hear the screech of strings and heartstrings snapped resound.