Be Our Hearts Still Burning

Lumière & Plumette]
Lumière:
Ah, ma belle, the night still glows, though cursed we stand in place,
My flame still dances just for you, reflecting in your grace.
Plumette:
And I will drift on feathered wings, through dust and moonlit air,
To wrap you in a lover’s dream and show you I still care.
Lumière:
Though hands are bound to silver stems, my heart is burning free,
Plumette:
And every spark that leaves your flame still finds its way to me.
Both:
We waltz through time, through endless halls, where echoes never cease,
Yet in this spell, we’ve somehow found a fragile kind of peace.

[Cogsworth]
Tick-tock, the seconds mock, I measure every sigh,
A proper clock should not feel dread, yet still the days crawl by.
Order! Precision! Keep it tight! No room for wild despair—
But gears can grind and tempers wind when hope is thin as air.
If rules could break this wretched curse, I’d write them line by line,
Yet all I hear is ticking doubt that steals away my time…

[Piano]
(Keys hum low, slow jazz rhythm)
In ivory whispers and shadows of sound,
I carry the grief that won’t be unbound.
Each note that I play is a story untold,
Of lovers, of magic, of hearts turned to cold.
But listen—there’s warmth in the chords that remain,
A promise that love will outplay all the pain…

[Madame Wardrobe]
Ah! Once I dazzled in satin and song,
Now trapped in this armoire where I don’t belong!
A diva still reigns, though confined in these doors,
I’ll sing to the rafters, I’ll shake these old floors!
For beauty endures in each gown that I keep,
And dreams of the stage still awaken from sleep!

[Mrs. Potts]
Now, dearies, take comfort, gather in close,
Even the hardest of winters can thaw like the rose.
Pour out some kindness, let warmth fill the room,
A song and a smile can brighten the gloom.
Though chipped we may be, and weary our souls,
Love stitches together what time cannot hold.

[All]
We’re more than these shapes of porcelain and wood,
More than a curse that once misunderstood.
For deep in our voices, our rhythms, our art,
Still beats the brave echo of each human heart.
So sing through the darkness, let hope be our guide,
For love is the magic we carry inside.

Lumière—romantic; Plumette—airy; Cogsworth—proper; Mrs. Potts—warm; Madame—dramatic; Piano—jazzy