Finally the lightning split down
the old palsied tree
with a marauding intensity
But was it necessary?
Your songs still drift in the air
causing ripples, dense and large
but they are already needleworked
into my souls tapestry
so i ask my dear, was it necessary?
Did you see that tree turning into granite
Did you see my heart turning into quartz
God bless you, our ruins are happy
But i ask my love, was it necessary?