In Time we met - one winter night - and the moon shone with a mystic light.
It seemed the world was holding breath - on her way to death
So your adagio - played sweet and low - could grow into a symphony.
Every note played to me sounded clear and fine - in splendid time.
In Time you slept - and every breath - every stillness and each sigh was mine.
I heard the sound of our two hearts - dancing in the dark
Lighter than air - the perfect pair - but it was there I knew that
If the world must pass - so, too, love's gentle flame.
So I'll sing your name - in splendid time
While you are mine.
