Softly sings
The nightingale singing brings;
Night music.

Softly sighs
As the breeze rushes on by;
Sways the grass.

Softly touch
Of the one I miss so much,
I’m longing.

Touch me soft,
Music, wind and that longing;
I’m missing.

I’m missing,
Lost of soul for longing;
I sadden.

Unfeeling,
Lost to the green of grass,
Soon under.

Lost to sound
Music of sweet birds singing,
Above ground.

I lay down,
Deeper than I ever stood,
Lost to love.