You said farewell to your beloved lady,
And sacrificed your joy for her own sake.
You kept your feelings hidden, never shady,
And spoke them only through the notes you'd make.
You suffered from a sickness not your fault,
That barred you from her presence and her touch.
She feared to be a widow by default,
And left you lonely, though she loved you much.
But you were such a gentleman and brave,
You bade her goodbye through your music's art.
She gave you your portrait, the only save,
That shows you calm and happy, not apart.
Salute to you, my friend I never met,
I hear you still, through chords I can't forget.