Suddenly the sky turned grey,
The day, which had been bitter and chill
Grew soft and still.
Quietly, from some invisible blossoming tree
Millions of petals cool and white
Drifted and blew, lifted and flew,
Fell with the falling night.
Why should my thoughts, beloved, turn to you?
LYRICS BY MELVILLE CANE
This tomb holds no suggestion of your spirit.
You move in sunshine, your grace is like the sway of meadow grasses
When summer breezes stir;
Your loveliness is like a mountain pool
That hears the melodies of birds at dawn.
MUSIC COMPOSED BY JOHN KATES