When we played our

Charade

We were like children posing

Playing at games, acting our names

Guessing the parts we played.

Oh, what a hit we made

We came on next to closing

Best on the bill, lovers until

Love left the masquerade.

Fate seemed to close the strings

I turned and you were gone

While from the darkened wings

The music box played on.

Sad little serenade

Song of my hearts composing

I hear it still,

I always will

Best on the bill, charade.