Last leaf fallen bare earth where green was born,
  Black Madonna two eagles hang against a cloud,
  Sun comes up blood red wind yells among the stone,
  All graceful instruments are known.
    When the windows all are broken and your love's become a toothless crone,
  When the voices of the storm sound like a crowd,
  Winter morning breaks, you're all alone.
    The eyes are blind, blue visions, all a seer can own,
  And touching makes the flesh to cry out loud
  This ground on which the seed of love is sown,
  All graceful instruments are known.