Her eyes shut when he began to sing. It was comforting in an absurd way to have him actually there, close enough that she could hear him breathe. It wasn't a figment of her imagination, even if this was a dream, and that thought alone was almost enough to distract her from the meaning of the words and how mournful the music was. Almost but not enough and she bit her lip as he sang, a sinking feeling taking over her.
Lotte nodded slightly, willing her hands to unclench the edge of the bench. Tension wasn't good, she knew that. Swallowing, she let her eyes open, looking only to the sheet of music before she sang.
"When I am laid, am laid in earth, May my wrongs create No trouble, no trouble in thy breast; Remember me, remember me, but ah! forget my fate. Remember me, but ah! forget my fate."
She fell silent, looking down at her hands rather than him. It didn't matter if her voice had sounded right or not, she simply felt exhausted over the emotion and meaning in the piece.