Strange song,
Your notes are lightening bugs at dusk:
A blink in the night littered with stars.
You deserve a place in the sky
But you live in the moment.
No chords are written down
Or words recorded.
Sound lasts for an instant
But somewhere between the earth and sky,
You live forever in me.
You were born with the curtain
And you die with its fall.
For your life’s beauty and brevity
I cry.
