...

the greatest smile upon a face,
such i've seen; the whitest teeth,

the grayest hair up to her ankle.
she stood like a ghost, so still,
so peaceful and unforsaken.

gone she is now, and that face
i have so soon forgotten.
it is not my memory; it is only me.

the greatest love, the one that fell
upon her feet, did not know it.

not her songs that conducted the wind,
nor her eyes that was her soul.
love could not become her; it was never in him.

he did not know when he fell for her;
gone she is now, but the wind kept her voice still.
all the while he heard, he needed not turn around;
for there was nothing much to see; it was only me.