Au contraire, au contraire,
this is not just the end.
Play a smile for me dear,

newly penned.

Play it well, play it well,
lose me naught but a note.
I'll sing a smile for you dear,


heart as wrote.

Once it stops, it will never start again.


Still, until then, we bide our time,


they get in line to hear our souls
cry out for remembrance,


deliverance


and sorrow unfolds...

Still it seems, still it seems
that a pause marks an end
that our last rasping breaths


cannot mend.

And at last, and at last,
I can hear every note
as I sing for you darling...


heart as wrote.