This moonlit night, stars fill the sky. I pause
at my window, watching weeping willows
heavy with leaves; out there the wind blows.
The world of love turns noises into song,
leaving echoing notes, so very pure
I ache so with love and I want no cure.
The sound of insects echoes my desire.
As fireflies dance wildly in the dark night.
I look up and reach out to the bright sky,
and try to wrap my fingers around stars
though I know my dream of desire is far
nature's orchestra is playing a tune of jazz,
that wakes up the emptiness inside me
with the melody of love, it must be.