The cup is full

Where spirit drinks to soul's desire

And silver tone

To ether heights aspire

Heartbeat's pause

To lay so cold within my chest

A mere stone

In contrast to a pillowed breast

Where upon I lay

And time a paltry price

For moments spent

In memory once or twice

Would time be damned

Cast aside in aria's discourteous sweep

Broken by the music

Lulled to rhythm as the welkin weeps

Her soothing tears

Now wrap and shroud in sapphire tone

Until memory sleeps

And I am once again alone.