One song poem: The sad man's fiddle

Wife, what art thou? Sitting by the corner,

Raking leaves, in the winter snow, 

Wife, what art thou? Singing a lullaby,

To a child long forgotten.

Wife, what art thou? Caressing my hair,

While I loath your touch.

Wife, what art thou? Kissing me good night,

When I would never sleep.

Wife, what art thou? Holding my hand,

While I let you go, a long time,

Wife, what art thou? Nursing my child,

Who decayed in the grave.

Wife, what art thou? Hiding a tear,

When the world laughs at you,

Wife,what art thou? Being soulful,

While your body gave way.

Wife, what art thou? Loving me still,

I know what you are, so 

Wife, what art thou? I do understand,

While I pretend not to

You are the sad man's fiddle.