((neatly penned in the Lumi-kieli, then again in Westron, with slight differences for rhyming and scansion; there are also symbols written alongside and below the words indicating combinations of harp strings and other fingering directions))
Waiting and Hoping
The door stands quiet in the busy pub
Silent, motionless, and alone
And I sit wishing in the same pub
just as silent, just as alone.
We watch each other waiting
yearning, breathlessly hoping
for your boot-steps brightly sounding
on the door-step ringing
Where are you tonight I wonder?
It is too long since I have seen you.
What wandering holds you?
It is a day I feel I need you.
I think and dream of us going walking,
To the top of the hill for its spacious view
Or down down to market and my courtyard
Or anywhere else I could walk with you.
But the door stands unmoving, quiet
The sound of your boots still unknown
I sit here writing, wishing, hoping
But still I sit here, quietly alone.
