The stones once still now shine anew,
They glow because they live through you.
Their silence hums, their shadows flee,
Awakened by your melody.

The ivy sways, the world grows kind,
It bows before your gentle mind.
The dusk forgets its ancient call,
And beauty rises over all.

The roses hush, the stars lean bright,
They envy all your tender light.
The moon withdraws, the heavens hide,
For all their glow is pale beside.