The Lutenist (In Memory of 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...
The New Machine
The lover is a male grey wolf with black short hair, military style do to the fact he works for the navy as lutenist for the department of developing tanks.