The Fat Lady Sings

The lute is dropped, yet music lingers on
I reach in vain to pluck my vacant heart
the rain and wood clap hands to make a song
Would I exchange our ending for a start?

I reach in vain to pluck my vacant heart.
Please touch me, tell me I won't die alone.
Would I exchange our ending for a start?
I cannot  turn to face you and atone.

Please touch me, tell me I won't die alone.
I've earned those faces smiling round my bed.
I cannot  turn to face you and atone.
And nature's song will still sound when I'm dead.

I've earned those faces smiling round my bed.
I laughed and cried with them as well as you.
And nature's song will still sound when I'm dead.
So what's it matter perchance we sing as two?

Please touch me, tell me I won't die alone.
The rain and wood clap hands to make a song
I cannot  turn to face you and atone.
The lute is dropped, yet music lingers on.

October 2003