The closest he ever came to Yvette

Was only very faraway 

Her voice sang in his soul like ecstasy 

With notes both hard to read and a joy to hear

Scenes frozen in time like a vignette 

Staged, arranged by invisible hands 

They waved from the wings fingers crossed 

And the way she held their fairy wands

Slivers of light of fires and frost

What he found at last was how to forget 

The closest he ever came to Yvette