# The Lutenist (In Memory of Randomonlooker)

Author: The_Real_Threetails
Tags: Memorial, Poem, Poetry, lutenist, memory, musician, randomonlooker

Ah, joyous lute within the square,

The player hidden from our sight,

Sends serenades of music fair

And plays unto his heart's delight.

Re-mi-re-mi-sol, re-mi-re-mi-sol.

 

Ah, loving lute, with roses trimm'd,

With passion for a lady rings,

The player's heart calls out undimm'd,

In clarion voice, the player sings:

Re-mi-re-mi-sol, re-mi-re-mi-sol.

 

Ah, weeping lute, from far away,

The player cries, "the end is nigh,"

One final song of life he'll play,

Then end it with a mortal sigh.

Re-me-re-me-sol, re-me-re-me-sol.

 

Ah, Silent lute, on willow hung,

The bell has rung its final knell;

A final requiem to be sung

By she who knew the player well.

Re-me-re-me-sol, re-me-re-me-sol.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/J1OKEZ41