His clothes hang tired   On his lonely awkward frame   They protect his bones   Like the folds of a bats wing cape   He talks to the wind   His breath spelling something   She draws near   But the words never hit the floor   And the one he adored never hears      As twelve harps play and time breaks the waves, she never hears      Faceless among all the tears   That reflect from her stone   As the crowd turns away he is left there   To grieve on his own   Leaving his heart on a harp   That he placed on her grave   He relied on the wind   But he knew she could never be saved      As twelve harps play and time breaks the waves, faintly she hears      You were the jewel   That I failed to unearth while I breathed   Deaf to the chimes   And blind to your eyes guiding me   Secretly watching you gave me your hand   I was safe in your care   I could have danced in the ball of your eyes   If I’d known you were there      As twelve harps play and time carries their waves   All through the years at last she can hear now   Clouds full of melodies   Banish those memories   It’s all they’ll ever need   They’ll whisper through empty streets   And wild weathervanes   In the wind and the rain