The wall stands strong, the night holds deep,
Yet all grows softer where you keep.
Each stone recalls, each crack grows new,
When touched by light that comes from you.

The roses hush, the breezes stay,
They weave your name in soft array.
The stars align, the skies are true,
For everything revolves on you.

Where silence reigns, your voice breaks free,
It wakes the dusk, remakes the sea.
The shadows yield, the air takes flight,
Enchanted wholly by your sight.