Song: A Villanelle

Why ask the music why it wakes to sigh,
when every living fool the answer knows:
to sterilize the song of that goodbye.

If morning clouds hang heavy in the sky,
and cover dark in shade the blooming rose,
why ask the music why it wakes to sigh?

When noonday birds and tunes far south will fly,
they'll not return before the evening glows
to sterilize the song of that goodbye.

The sunlight sinks into his dreams to lie,
the ringing bell of brilliance ever slows.
Why ask the music why it wakes to sigh?

Sweet daylight's fled, in darkness creatures cry.
The wolves sing out, and howl in tired rows
to sterilize the song of that goodbye.

Though every living fool that breathes must die,
your beating heart I cannot quite let go.
Why ask the music why it wakes to sigh?
To sterilize the song of that goodbye.