The ivy sways, the silence bends,
It hums the song that never ends.
The night grows mild, the shadows fall,
For beauty reigns above it all.

The roses hush, the stars align,
They weave your glow through space and time.
The night becomes a brighter place,
Enchanted by your fleeting grace.

The stones once bare are lit anew,
They glow because they live through you.
Their silence hums, their stillness breaks,
With every step your presence makes.