Tears of Parting, Tears of Joy

The mandolin and guitar, Singing to each other Troubadour’s companions To tell of intimacy and truth Ringing, singing, clear, clean Feelings of the solitary soul That are revealed Part here, part there, parting ways Of lovers clasp, tears of parting Tears of joy In quite serenity, That watches, nurtures Dare to breathe songs of love, To be alive to all that’s here The mandolin and the guitar Those messengers of love Played with an overflowing heart The last caress on her cheek Her dear parting cheek Can we share again Together one last song For what is a bird If it does not sing, And what is a heart If it does not love?