make music sweet   strings by the river   where the willows meet      there's music along the river   for love wanders there   pale flowers on his mantle   dark leaves on his hair      all softly straying   with head to the music bent   and fingers playing   upon an instrument      twilight turns from amethyst   to deep and deeper blue   lamps light with a pale green glow   the trees of the avenue      the old piano plays an air   sedate and slow and gay   she bends upon the yellow keys   her head inclines this way      shy thoughts and grave wide eyes   and hands that wander as they list   twilight turns a darker blue   with lights of amethyst