The roses hush, the breezes hide,
They hum your name on every side.
The stars align, the silence stays,
To keep your flame through endless days.

The ivy sways, the dusk grows still,
It bends before your gentle will.
The night turns mild, the heavens fall,
To crown your glow above them all.

The stones once bare now shine with song,
They’ve waited silent, waiting long.
Their cracks dissolve, their stillness ends,
When beauty through their silence bends.