Author's note: I own nothing, and make no money from this.
I had forgotten every look, every glance and breath,
...Such things do happen after death.
A shade may only wander where he finds himself bid, so there...
I found myself before her grace, looking again into her face.
Though she could not know I was near...
I sang, so that she may yet hear...
I loved you in the winter... when snow and sleet descended,
And all the world was white as the skin of your throat...
I loved you in the springtime... when birds sang out their courtship,
I heard your laugh in wingbeats, and your song in every note...
I loved you in the autumn... when all the world was painted,
the leaves were red and golden, like light on your hair...
And I loved you in the summer... when the world was full of lovers...
And I could only see it, because you were there...
Sing Christine, sing for me that song which knows no time or season,
For when I heard you sing to me, I lost all cares and mortal reason...
I loved you in the morning... when you were bright and smiling,
I loved you in the evening, when like a star you shone...
So I loved you at all moments... and in every passing season...
For only you could make me feel, that I was not, alone.
Angel of music, muse of my music, listen;
Can you hear this last lost ode to your glory?
Angel of music, light to my darkness, listen, listen,
And should you hear this story...
Know I loved you in the winter... when snow was all about you...
I loved you in the springtime, when flowers did bloom...
And I loved you in the autumn, when in your honor leaves did fall...
In morning, mid-day, midnight, evening...
In winter, summer, spring, and fall...
My heart beat to your breathing...
I loved you,
And love you,
I loved you... in... them...
All...