In the chamber I sit and listen,
to whispers and love's echoes,
tear shed eyes staring glisten,
with the gift of dying rose.

When they left a holding place,
now kept companion with gentle song,
only physics needs time and space,
and the wait shall not be long,

to lose my heart in musician's feeling,
plays the overture my heart compose,
till the next love sends senses reeling,
till then only the music knows.

only the lonely hears this tune,
one the pages some player wrote,
not to the music I impugn,
it's the player and not the note.