At dawn
When birds sing
Fluttering their wings
And dancing on tree tops
It is the vision of you

At noon
When wind blows
Soft across the fields
Offering sweet fragrance
It is the fantasy of you

At dusk
When sun retires
Behind the hunchback
Of the Ocean
It is the longing for you

At night
When stars rule the skies
Smiling down
Upon sleeping heads
It is the dream of you

And now
As the pen dances
To the melody
Of the strings of my violin
It is the memory of you.