Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
When we talk of serious things
And you are fond with word and touch
A mighty pleasure through me sings...
The tears I’d gladly pay
To hear you play once more!
- I shed them anyway...