Solemn

The sky's misty clouds shall fade
The lights one by one disappear.
And still in music she has stayed
'Till the darkened room hath turned to drear.

Her fingers prance across the key,
Until her eye hath no more sight.
For in her playing she must see
Or by a light the key turn bright.

But as sorrow weigh her heart too heavy,
Her hands, taught finger, slowly halt.
For heavy hearts mean much solemnity,
And none can dance when love hath fault.