Love

Hear the violin's lament... 
A lone, sad love-made tale: 
One that went and was lost on the gale, 
The other turned into a nightingale 
And sang her sorrows so sweet 
Her lover's soul returned for her to meet. 
He became the rain and mist, 
He came to life on a laurel tree - 
So the nightingale sang for me. 
So sweet, the little bird sang, 
So sweet , we are all in foreign land - 
And strange things are at night perceived: 
Two lovers come together in the moonlight 
Two lovers embrace, will soon part at dawn; 
But in my dreams fate they fight, 
But in my dreams together they are drawn 
- till the nightingale's song kisses the light.