The roses hush, the stars lean bright,
They frame your soul in tender light.
The night grows mild, the silence stays,
To honor you in endless ways.

The stones once cracked are smooth once more,
They shine like waves upon the shore.
Their silence fades, their shadows flee,
Awakened by your mystery.

The ivy sways, the dusk stands still,
It bows before your gentle will.
The world dissolves, the shadows fall,
And beauty rises over all.