When the stars realign

That day, when her sweet voice is no longer heard

And the piano is no longer played

Will that be the day when your dreams turn to dust

A failed suitor in an old serenade

That hour, when winter brings warmth to your skin

And the hailstorm feels like a caress

Will that be your hour of deepest despair

A lone king in a lost game of chess

That second, when she appears out of the blue

And she glows like a creature divine

Will that be the second when you start to heal

And the stars once again realign