After chatting a while with some of her fellow wights, Wilwa noticed that the grand piano was free. She slowly glided over to the piano and sat on the stool. Her long slender fingers traced the keys for a moment and then started playing as she sang. She sang her favorite song softly and slowly.
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen,
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there,
The music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.....