*looking down at her for a moment,

then nods soberly* all right... *swallows, looking at the floor*

*leaves quietly, his face dark*

Well, if my heart must break,
Dear love, for your sake,
It will break in music, I know,
Poets' hearts break so.

But strange that I was not told
That the brain can hold
In a tiny ivory cell
God's heaven and hell.

~~ Oscar Wilde