Raining all day
I can see reflections of her soul
That no longer replies
At the bit, bit, bot
I listen
The drops falling
And the noises of the world
The wind barely blowing
But there is that bit, bit, bot
The vibrato of a string
String and echoes
Captured on my every fiber
The tear of perfection
The speechless sensation
Of grace towards the creation
For the gift of music
And the feeling I get
For it reminds me of her
The unknown damsel
From the mind of Cogliostro
