Moonverse Song Reworks and Sonnets
I love ruby_took's House/Wilson Werewolf Saga. This is a good thing, because I beta-read it. As with most things I love, however, I tend to generate an enormous amount of writing related to it. I'll get all my companion-fics up someday; for now, here's the current compilation of sonnets and song reworks, organized by which of the Saga's stories they tie into.
Moonlight Through Me
Wilson: Acclimation
At first he was afraid that it was death,
The pain like razor knives, consuming fire
That twisted flesh and bone and stole his breath;
But now it’s gentle, something to desire.
The give of soft, damp earth beneath his paws
The moon-song’s notes of longing in his heart-
He forgets human cares and human laws
Content to keep disparate worlds apart.
He never would have thought something like this
Existed; that the fiction’s fact in flesh,
And yet each pregnant moon bears change’s bliss
Then wanes to let the cycle start afresh.
These nights of his, how fond of them he’s grown,
But still he wishes not to run alone.
Wilson: Horn-Gate Dreams
Sometimes, he’ll slip from waking into sleep
And dream of nights in wolf-shape, forest trees
Familiar, hung with night-calls ringing deep
And carried on the starlight and the breeze.
Beside him there’s another; he can’t see
But doesn’t need a human face to know;
This other wolf is House, swift and pain-free,
Coat silvered by the moonlight’s gentle glow.
He wakes from those dreams wistful, tries to think
That somehow, someday, House might understand-
Never mind shifting nights, fur dark as ink-
He’d settle for a simple human hand.
(But he still dreams of wolves, a mated pair
And cannot help but see potential there.)
Drawing Down the Moon
Wilson: Unsaid
He sees concern caught in his lover’s eyes
And wishes that he had the words to say
That caught within this moon-imposed disguise
Are joys apart from human form and day.
There’s freedom, deep and wild, when he runs,
His howl resonating to the skies,
And yet it’s lonely still, for half the fun’s
Caught up in what companionship supplies.
Someday-he dares to think-perhaps he might
Grant the request of him so newly made:
It pleases him to think of a dark night
And of two wolves at play in moonlit shade.
But now, no use to stay and pace the floors.
He nods farewell, then ventures out-of-doors.
House: Turning
He asks again, sees fear and longing blent
Flash deep in the dark gaze that holds his own
And hopes for acquiescence: wolves aren’t meant
To wander over forest paths alone.
The soft brush of a kiss; then quick, sharp pain
Of a bite dealt where neck and shoulder meet,
And then he feels an unfamiliar strain
As human form to moonlight yields defeat.
All four legs hold-an unexpected gift
Eclipsed only by seeing his love whole:
He meets now-golden eyes, feels his heart lift
Then harden as he settles on his goal.
He has the means and will to end the threat:
Let blood be shed to pay blood-incurred debt.
Wilson: Decision
He’s wished so long and often, but he knows
He oughtn’t to encourage House in this-
If nothing else, surely his torture shows
That dangers lie in seeking moonlight’s kiss.
How is it that he doesn’t seem to care,
That ‘danger’ is a warning he won’t heed?
So stubborn, reckless-how can Wilson dare
When dreams and terror mingle in the deed?
Argument and desire win the fight;
Skin breaks beneath his teeth and he tastes blood
And then takes in the captivating sight
Of human shape’s slow yield to silver flood;
Considers what he’s done, the choice he’s made
And thinks of them together in the glade.
House: Respite
So swift and sure; each step effortless grace-
What is humanity to being whole?
Each month he yields familiar form and face
And runs with wild joy flooding his soul.
No mark of excised flesh-for now his bane
Is gone, not to return until first light;
And he luxuriates in lack of pain,
In being an extension of the night.
This body won’t rebel, defy his will;
There’s nothing he can ask that it won’t give,
From stamina to hunter’s cunning skill-
Yes, he survived, but now’s his chance to live.
(And maybe-just perhaps-someday he’ll find
That human legs once more respond in kind.)
Kyrielle: When Change is Wrought
The night draws on; the starlight stills
And casts long shadows on the hills;
They tread the paths as swift as flight
When change is wrought by lunar light.
He knows the forest, knows their way
And all the games they love to play:
He’s free of pain-as is his right
When change is wrought by lunar light.
He lets his howl resonate
And hears it echoed by his mate:
Compelling voices, clear and bright
When change is wrought by lunar light.
They pad through dew-damp grass, content
To take this gift as it was meant
And let themselves embrace the night
When change is wrought by lunar light.
This time is theirs, this sacred time
When they both obey nature’s rhyme:
No place for human cares or fright
When change is wrought by lunar light.
Glade Deep in the Wood
(To the tune of “Castle on a Cloud” from Les Misérables.)
There is a glade deep in the wood
Where when fair Luna rules the sky
We run so fast we almost fly
Off to our glade deep in the wood.
Howled duet peals through the air,
A song for us alone to hear:
No place for any human care,
Not in our glade deep in the wood.
Now I need not play any role;
Now he won’t suffer any pain:
What ties us down, what we have to fight-
Of burdens freed, if only for the night…
Wind whispers softly in the trees;
The rushing stream is clear as glass
And we will stay ‘til moonbeams fade,
Here in the haven of our glade.
Moon Cycle
(To the tune of “Golden Eyes”, sung by Heather Alexander.)
Scene: The first of three full moon nights.
The sun is sinking, nearly set:
Orange, gold and crimson streak the sky.
In an apartment in the town
House and Wilson wait for night.
The full moon will soon arise:
Anticipation lights their eyes.
The purest fun to howl, run
And play until daylight.
Side-by-side, await the change-
Hard to believe it once was strange.
Now moonlight falls on naked flesh,
Which yields to silvered hands.
A fluid rush, a swift exchange
As human features rearrange.
Soon there are two wolves on the bed,
Just as the moon demands.
Golden eyes gleam; blue hold a grin:
The night before them stretches long.
And once outside they know the way
Along each shadowed road.
Their steps are soft and sure and strong,
And once beyond the human throng,
Their eight paws race at rapid pace
To their monthly abode.
A howl rises, splits the night
And tenor twines with baritone:
No human words, but there’s no need;
The shared song says it all.
Wilson remembers nights alone,
Spent wishing House might be his own.
By chance or fate, he gained his mate:
Lonely no more, his call.
Dark deepens and the two press close.
House thinks of how nights once were spent.
And listening to breath and breath,
He feels simple gratitude.
Gone are long hours, body bent
Around pain never to relent.
And in their place, a partner’s face
With honest love imbued.
[Instrumental interlude.]
At last night’s almost at a close:
To start the journey home they rise.
They’ll be called back at nightfall, but
For now it’s time to run.
Back in bed, out of lupine guise
A dark brown gaze meets sharp blue eyes.
Soft smile’s bliss, a gentle kiss;
The moon cycle’s begun.
Night's Whisper
Corona of Sonnets: Reactions
Chase
Surely it’s just a dream, a vivid dream,
He thinks, staring wide-eyed at shifting flesh.
For no matter how real the sight may seem,
The human and wolf shapes aren’t made to mesh…
But still they are. Somehow the fact is true
That two men fell and changed and to paws rise;
He looks from them to Cuddy: what to do
Now that he’s decided to trust his eyes?
She forms a plan, returns bearing two leads
(He takes one, feels a blush suffuse his skin);
And though it isn’t what either one needs,
They stand, allow themselves to be helped in.
He matches Wilson’s stride-how odd, this change!
Knowing House, things do tend toward the strange.
Cuddy
Knowing House, things do tend toward the strange,
But tonight was almost too much to take.
She’d watched familiar features rearrange
And wondered, Am I even still awake?
She’d been, of course-and God, she’d known those eyes,
Slight squint in kindly gold; still-piercing blue:
Wilson and House, each in his lupine guise,
Identity intact and shining through.
It hadn’t been their fault-just lunar phase,
Unpredicted and inconvenient time-
And now-well, at least now she knows the ways
They have to bend to obey nature’s rhyme.
Waxing, full, waning, new (repeat again);
Why was it the full had to be just then?
Wilson
Why was it the full had to be just then?
A more awkward time wasn’t there to choose.
He much prefers routine: their home, their glen-
And not to change with dignity to lose.
It’s not a curse, but when the moon calls, “Now!”
They can go peacefully or fight and break.
So naught to do but answer and then bow,
Endure the consequence of their mistake.
He wonders as he runs beside his mate
How those behind will deal with what they saw.
He knows he need not fear distrust or hate,
But cannot guess what conclusions they’ll draw.
No need now to solve human worry’s sums.
The future will be proven when it comes.
House
The future will be proven when it comes,
And yet he cannot let the question rest,
Not when within him it ceaselessly drums,
Demands to weigh the proof of what he’s guessed.
He saw Chase older, standing in his place,
Grown into the potential that he bears;
And yet on Wilson, on himself, no trace
Of any touch of age or of time’s cares.
He saw matched wedding vows, one on each hand
A promise of forever etched and bright;
Intriguing, troubling; but understand
Aversion’s not complete, so if they might…
He thinks of Rachel’s smile, gold bands’ gleam.
Surely it’s just a dream, a vivid dream.
With Our Eyes Upon the Moon
What Else to Do?
(To the tune of “Where in the World” from The Secret Garden.)
Scene: Realizing the horrible implications of immortality, House resolves to end his relationship with the extended family.
HOUSE:
I should have known better: there is
To be paid an awful price.
The gifts of health and freedom
Demand a heavy sacrifice.
I turned, did not regret
But do not age and will not die:
Now facing immortality
I find myself asking, “Why?”
Why did I let them get close to me?
Why was I fool enough to care?
Why did I let them see right through me?
How could I have been unaware?
What else to do-what else is there to do
But to watch as they all die?
I can’t accept this. I will not accept this.
Logically, I must sever ties.
Why did I have to grow to love them?
I’ll rid them from my heart and mind.
Surely I can just rise above them-
I won’t stay to be left behind.
Ashes to ashes and dust unto dust:
Relentlessly, time will flow.
What else to do? There is nothing to do
But turn away and let them go.
I’ll let them go…
House: Division
When death will rip them away one by one,
Why increase attendant grief holding tight?
He has to finish what he has begun,
For time’s an enemy he cannot fight.
(But God, to see the look on Chase’s face-
Doubt, confusion and pain all there arrayed-
His stomach clenches, for he knows the place
He’s cutting at; the bond that he’s betrayed.)
Around his heart was once a fortress wall:
Surely it isn’t too late to rebuild.
He was a fool to ever let it fall:
How dare he love the ones who will be killed?
(I’m sorry, conscience whispers. Please forgive.
You know I’d stay if only you would live.)
Chase: Locked Doors
He doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong,
Why without warning he has been shut out.
Ten years he’s known what it is to belong,
But still he can’t silence childhood’s doubt.
Questions form and fill his own children’s eyes,
And then are asked in words that bruise his heart:
“Does he love us?” Give him an answer wise,
Or tell why House has cut their pack apart.
He tells himself Forgive. But scars torn wide
Are agony he’d hoped he’d never know.
The father of his blood betrayed and lied-
Why now does his heart’s father turn and go?
Though circumstances are not now the same,
Old wounds bleed bright as new and whisper shame.
House: Handfasting
Circles within circles are cast today:
A Latinate Forever scribes each band,
A vow to echo what they need not say.
He meets his lover’s eyes and takes his hand.
Cords loop, reflecting a far stronger tie,
Intangible, that links them heart and mind.
Let millennia pass; it will not die:
Some things time cannot change, but only bind.
A blessing rings out in his sister’s voice,
Ivy-wreathed wishes rest in his son’s hand.
What brought them here? Was it fate, chance or choice?
Some things he cannot fully understand,
But plain in each face is all he need know.
He’ll hold them fast until forced to let go.
Day of Joining
(To the tune of “Web of Light” by Mercedes Lackey.)
Scene: House and Wilson’s handfasting.
CUDDY:
The family’s gathered here, and the Circle’s cast:
Now a marriage rite’s performed, binding lovers fast.
KIDS:
Blessings to you on this day from all of our hearts.
East and south and west and north, a gift each one imparts.
Bonds of love and family: let these be now affirmed.
HOUSE/WILSON:
When we fight, I will forgive: this vow to you I make.
I’ll share your laughter and the burdens you undertake.
All your hopes I’ll support when in me you them confide,
And I will love and honor you as I walk by your side.
KIDS:
Bonds of love and family: let these be now affirmed.
CHASE:
Wishes wreathed in ivy vine: a symbol on this day
Of enduring friendship that cannot be pushed away.
JOAN/BLYTHE/JILL:
Humor, patience, memories and hope that will abide.
PETER:
And roses for the strength that’s found in passions unified.
KIDS:
Bonds of love and family: let these be now affirmed.
(Instrumental interlude.)
CUDDY:
Rings, the promises that you’ve exchanged today to seal,
Given in the spirit of the bonds that you both feel.
HOUSE/WILSON:
Bonds of love and family: let these be now affirmed.
Moonlight Through Me
Wilson: Acclimation
At first he was afraid that it was death,
The pain like razor knives, consuming fire
That twisted flesh and bone and stole his breath;
But now it’s gentle, something to desire.
The give of soft, damp earth beneath his paws
The moon-song’s notes of longing in his heart-
He forgets human cares and human laws
Content to keep disparate worlds apart.
He never would have thought something like this
Existed; that the fiction’s fact in flesh,
And yet each pregnant moon bears change’s bliss
Then wanes to let the cycle start afresh.
These nights of his, how fond of them he’s grown,
But still he wishes not to run alone.
Wilson: Horn-Gate Dreams
Sometimes, he’ll slip from waking into sleep
And dream of nights in wolf-shape, forest trees
Familiar, hung with night-calls ringing deep
And carried on the starlight and the breeze.
Beside him there’s another; he can’t see
But doesn’t need a human face to know;
This other wolf is House, swift and pain-free,
Coat silvered by the moonlight’s gentle glow.
He wakes from those dreams wistful, tries to think
That somehow, someday, House might understand-
Never mind shifting nights, fur dark as ink-
He’d settle for a simple human hand.
(But he still dreams of wolves, a mated pair
And cannot help but see potential there.)
Drawing Down the Moon
Wilson: Unsaid
He sees concern caught in his lover’s eyes
And wishes that he had the words to say
That caught within this moon-imposed disguise
Are joys apart from human form and day.
There’s freedom, deep and wild, when he runs,
His howl resonating to the skies,
And yet it’s lonely still, for half the fun’s
Caught up in what companionship supplies.
Someday-he dares to think-perhaps he might
Grant the request of him so newly made:
It pleases him to think of a dark night
And of two wolves at play in moonlit shade.
But now, no use to stay and pace the floors.
He nods farewell, then ventures out-of-doors.
House: Turning
He asks again, sees fear and longing blent
Flash deep in the dark gaze that holds his own
And hopes for acquiescence: wolves aren’t meant
To wander over forest paths alone.
The soft brush of a kiss; then quick, sharp pain
Of a bite dealt where neck and shoulder meet,
And then he feels an unfamiliar strain
As human form to moonlight yields defeat.
All four legs hold-an unexpected gift
Eclipsed only by seeing his love whole:
He meets now-golden eyes, feels his heart lift
Then harden as he settles on his goal.
He has the means and will to end the threat:
Let blood be shed to pay blood-incurred debt.
Wilson: Decision
He’s wished so long and often, but he knows
He oughtn’t to encourage House in this-
If nothing else, surely his torture shows
That dangers lie in seeking moonlight’s kiss.
How is it that he doesn’t seem to care,
That ‘danger’ is a warning he won’t heed?
So stubborn, reckless-how can Wilson dare
When dreams and terror mingle in the deed?
Argument and desire win the fight;
Skin breaks beneath his teeth and he tastes blood
And then takes in the captivating sight
Of human shape’s slow yield to silver flood;
Considers what he’s done, the choice he’s made
And thinks of them together in the glade.
House: Respite
So swift and sure; each step effortless grace-
What is humanity to being whole?
Each month he yields familiar form and face
And runs with wild joy flooding his soul.
No mark of excised flesh-for now his bane
Is gone, not to return until first light;
And he luxuriates in lack of pain,
In being an extension of the night.
This body won’t rebel, defy his will;
There’s nothing he can ask that it won’t give,
From stamina to hunter’s cunning skill-
Yes, he survived, but now’s his chance to live.
(And maybe-just perhaps-someday he’ll find
That human legs once more respond in kind.)
Kyrielle: When Change is Wrought
The night draws on; the starlight stills
And casts long shadows on the hills;
They tread the paths as swift as flight
When change is wrought by lunar light.
He knows the forest, knows their way
And all the games they love to play:
He’s free of pain-as is his right
When change is wrought by lunar light.
He lets his howl resonate
And hears it echoed by his mate:
Compelling voices, clear and bright
When change is wrought by lunar light.
They pad through dew-damp grass, content
To take this gift as it was meant
And let themselves embrace the night
When change is wrought by lunar light.
This time is theirs, this sacred time
When they both obey nature’s rhyme:
No place for human cares or fright
When change is wrought by lunar light.
Glade Deep in the Wood
(To the tune of “Castle on a Cloud” from Les Misérables.)
There is a glade deep in the wood
Where when fair Luna rules the sky
We run so fast we almost fly
Off to our glade deep in the wood.
Howled duet peals through the air,
A song for us alone to hear:
No place for any human care,
Not in our glade deep in the wood.
Now I need not play any role;
Now he won’t suffer any pain:
What ties us down, what we have to fight-
Of burdens freed, if only for the night…
Wind whispers softly in the trees;
The rushing stream is clear as glass
And we will stay ‘til moonbeams fade,
Here in the haven of our glade.
Moon Cycle
(To the tune of “Golden Eyes”, sung by Heather Alexander.)
Scene: The first of three full moon nights.
The sun is sinking, nearly set:
Orange, gold and crimson streak the sky.
In an apartment in the town
House and Wilson wait for night.
The full moon will soon arise:
Anticipation lights their eyes.
The purest fun to howl, run
And play until daylight.
Side-by-side, await the change-
Hard to believe it once was strange.
Now moonlight falls on naked flesh,
Which yields to silvered hands.
A fluid rush, a swift exchange
As human features rearrange.
Soon there are two wolves on the bed,
Just as the moon demands.
Golden eyes gleam; blue hold a grin:
The night before them stretches long.
And once outside they know the way
Along each shadowed road.
Their steps are soft and sure and strong,
And once beyond the human throng,
Their eight paws race at rapid pace
To their monthly abode.
A howl rises, splits the night
And tenor twines with baritone:
No human words, but there’s no need;
The shared song says it all.
Wilson remembers nights alone,
Spent wishing House might be his own.
By chance or fate, he gained his mate:
Lonely no more, his call.
Dark deepens and the two press close.
House thinks of how nights once were spent.
And listening to breath and breath,
He feels simple gratitude.
Gone are long hours, body bent
Around pain never to relent.
And in their place, a partner’s face
With honest love imbued.
[Instrumental interlude.]
At last night’s almost at a close:
To start the journey home they rise.
They’ll be called back at nightfall, but
For now it’s time to run.
Back in bed, out of lupine guise
A dark brown gaze meets sharp blue eyes.
Soft smile’s bliss, a gentle kiss;
The moon cycle’s begun.
Night's Whisper
Corona of Sonnets: Reactions
Chase
Surely it’s just a dream, a vivid dream,
He thinks, staring wide-eyed at shifting flesh.
For no matter how real the sight may seem,
The human and wolf shapes aren’t made to mesh…
But still they are. Somehow the fact is true
That two men fell and changed and to paws rise;
He looks from them to Cuddy: what to do
Now that he’s decided to trust his eyes?
She forms a plan, returns bearing two leads
(He takes one, feels a blush suffuse his skin);
And though it isn’t what either one needs,
They stand, allow themselves to be helped in.
He matches Wilson’s stride-how odd, this change!
Knowing House, things do tend toward the strange.
Cuddy
Knowing House, things do tend toward the strange,
But tonight was almost too much to take.
She’d watched familiar features rearrange
And wondered, Am I even still awake?
She’d been, of course-and God, she’d known those eyes,
Slight squint in kindly gold; still-piercing blue:
Wilson and House, each in his lupine guise,
Identity intact and shining through.
It hadn’t been their fault-just lunar phase,
Unpredicted and inconvenient time-
And now-well, at least now she knows the ways
They have to bend to obey nature’s rhyme.
Waxing, full, waning, new (repeat again);
Why was it the full had to be just then?
Wilson
Why was it the full had to be just then?
A more awkward time wasn’t there to choose.
He much prefers routine: their home, their glen-
And not to change with dignity to lose.
It’s not a curse, but when the moon calls, “Now!”
They can go peacefully or fight and break.
So naught to do but answer and then bow,
Endure the consequence of their mistake.
He wonders as he runs beside his mate
How those behind will deal with what they saw.
He knows he need not fear distrust or hate,
But cannot guess what conclusions they’ll draw.
No need now to solve human worry’s sums.
The future will be proven when it comes.
House
The future will be proven when it comes,
And yet he cannot let the question rest,
Not when within him it ceaselessly drums,
Demands to weigh the proof of what he’s guessed.
He saw Chase older, standing in his place,
Grown into the potential that he bears;
And yet on Wilson, on himself, no trace
Of any touch of age or of time’s cares.
He saw matched wedding vows, one on each hand
A promise of forever etched and bright;
Intriguing, troubling; but understand
Aversion’s not complete, so if they might…
He thinks of Rachel’s smile, gold bands’ gleam.
Surely it’s just a dream, a vivid dream.
With Our Eyes Upon the Moon
What Else to Do?
(To the tune of “Where in the World” from The Secret Garden.)
Scene: Realizing the horrible implications of immortality, House resolves to end his relationship with the extended family.
HOUSE:
I should have known better: there is
To be paid an awful price.
The gifts of health and freedom
Demand a heavy sacrifice.
I turned, did not regret
But do not age and will not die:
Now facing immortality
I find myself asking, “Why?”
Why did I let them get close to me?
Why was I fool enough to care?
Why did I let them see right through me?
How could I have been unaware?
What else to do-what else is there to do
But to watch as they all die?
I can’t accept this. I will not accept this.
Logically, I must sever ties.
Why did I have to grow to love them?
I’ll rid them from my heart and mind.
Surely I can just rise above them-
I won’t stay to be left behind.
Ashes to ashes and dust unto dust:
Relentlessly, time will flow.
What else to do? There is nothing to do
But turn away and let them go.
I’ll let them go…
House: Division
When death will rip them away one by one,
Why increase attendant grief holding tight?
He has to finish what he has begun,
For time’s an enemy he cannot fight.
(But God, to see the look on Chase’s face-
Doubt, confusion and pain all there arrayed-
His stomach clenches, for he knows the place
He’s cutting at; the bond that he’s betrayed.)
Around his heart was once a fortress wall:
Surely it isn’t too late to rebuild.
He was a fool to ever let it fall:
How dare he love the ones who will be killed?
(I’m sorry, conscience whispers. Please forgive.
You know I’d stay if only you would live.)
Chase: Locked Doors
He doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong,
Why without warning he has been shut out.
Ten years he’s known what it is to belong,
But still he can’t silence childhood’s doubt.
Questions form and fill his own children’s eyes,
And then are asked in words that bruise his heart:
“Does he love us?” Give him an answer wise,
Or tell why House has cut their pack apart.
He tells himself Forgive. But scars torn wide
Are agony he’d hoped he’d never know.
The father of his blood betrayed and lied-
Why now does his heart’s father turn and go?
Though circumstances are not now the same,
Old wounds bleed bright as new and whisper shame.
House: Handfasting
Circles within circles are cast today:
A Latinate Forever scribes each band,
A vow to echo what they need not say.
He meets his lover’s eyes and takes his hand.
Cords loop, reflecting a far stronger tie,
Intangible, that links them heart and mind.
Let millennia pass; it will not die:
Some things time cannot change, but only bind.
A blessing rings out in his sister’s voice,
Ivy-wreathed wishes rest in his son’s hand.
What brought them here? Was it fate, chance or choice?
Some things he cannot fully understand,
But plain in each face is all he need know.
He’ll hold them fast until forced to let go.
Day of Joining
(To the tune of “Web of Light” by Mercedes Lackey.)
Scene: House and Wilson’s handfasting.
CUDDY:
The family’s gathered here, and the Circle’s cast:
Now a marriage rite’s performed, binding lovers fast.
KIDS:
Blessings to you on this day from all of our hearts.
East and south and west and north, a gift each one imparts.
Bonds of love and family: let these be now affirmed.
HOUSE/WILSON:
When we fight, I will forgive: this vow to you I make.
I’ll share your laughter and the burdens you undertake.
All your hopes I’ll support when in me you them confide,
And I will love and honor you as I walk by your side.
KIDS:
Bonds of love and family: let these be now affirmed.
CHASE:
Wishes wreathed in ivy vine: a symbol on this day
Of enduring friendship that cannot be pushed away.
JOAN/BLYTHE/JILL:
Humor, patience, memories and hope that will abide.
PETER:
And roses for the strength that’s found in passions unified.
KIDS:
Bonds of love and family: let these be now affirmed.
(Instrumental interlude.)
CUDDY:
Rings, the promises that you’ve exchanged today to seal,
Given in the spirit of the bonds that you both feel.
HOUSE/WILSON:
Bonds of love and family: let these be now affirmed.