She plays her song late at night
She plays her strings with a smile
The rain always pouring
Upon the dead
She plays as though
She still lived…
The vivid detail in the music she creates
Summoning the memories
Of happier fates
A blissful time once lived,
Only the brightest memories
Does it create…
Walk by the old cemetery late at night
Perhaps you’ll hear her song
A warning of the coming after life…
If you do
It is said
Upon your death
You’ll be blessed
For her song
Does not just forewarn of Death
Her song,
Brings eternal peace with it
A promise of a gentle rest
No Heaven
No Hell
Only happiness…
She plays her song
Late at night
Her Cellos strings
Bringing peace to the dead…
-Song Of The Cellist-
