Blissful afternoons spent
caught in a reverie as I watched you play,
gliding through a lively etude.
But now all I’m left with is silence
Sometimes I can still see you sitting there
and I’d sit and think
that music truly is the food of love,
but now it only leaves a bitter taste
And how long have I sat
musing over ‘what’s’ and ‘if’s’ and ‘maybe’s’—
All I know is that you’re gone,
And now I can barely remember your face
But the memories, those I’ll never forget
even if I’m cast adrift like a lost vessel,
they’ll shine like a beacon
and will surely guide me back to you.
