Fiddler's Farewell/Affinity
For works with similar titles, see Affinity.
Affinity
Her mouth was shaped to happy tunesThat flying, she let fall,But when his silence mended themShe could not sing at all.
She could not fly without her tunes,They were her only wings,But there were pleasant ways to walkAmong sure-footed things.
She walks content, her hand in his;But neither of them sings.