Why does the writer mourn?
His hands and pen doth make no mark
His mind is shadowed in the dark
Demeanor thus forlorn,
Why does the writer mourn?

Why does the writer weep?
The pages bleed and ink runs wet
He stays alone where he is set
Such secrets doth he keep,
Why does the writer weep?

Why does the writer shake his fist?
The pages fly into the air
Fall, torn, to earth, he leaves them there
He bows his head, love is too much
Its quiet, longing, gentle, such-
His fingers round his mouth will touch
The lips that once were kissed.

That’s why he shakes his fist.