I watched you then
Entranced, the notes that you played
Were my heart and soul in a mirror...
How should I then discern
Which was man or muse?
All was music, song and singer.

And you took the tune at first,
And I played the ground
And my heart was bursting within me
And all the time I could hear
The music of heaven
Falling softly around me

Chorus:
And I'm painting the colours of harmony,
And I think this is where I belong.
For sometimes the music of love
Lives on, even after the singers have gone.

When the music plays
My heart is moved and stirred
With sweet intentions.
Let me trace the streams of harmony
To the source of love's invention.

Chorus

Now we play no more,
For the strings are worn,
But the music still sounds sweetly,
And these lovers' airs will not fade away
Till our breath gives out
Completely.