Sarabande

Know that I play for you alone;
a stately dance,
we will not touch,
we will step lightly and legato

We will be joined by parallel fifths;
let melody soothe
and discord thrill,
we will weave a careful counterpoint

Watch as I wring tears from the keys
staccato sobbing,
a mournful scale,
we will tread cautiously apart, tenuto

Know that I play for you alone;
a chordal climax,
a hurried coda,
we will leave, doux et triste, our final fugue.