Your music is made between the notes
Your words are found between the quotes
Of all the things that you never said
And all the things you wish you did Its all that you can remember
From the books that looked so lonely they surrendered
To the fire and the water an the frozen
Sea where we found no one Your pen lined the list of the greatest
Things in this world so you framed it
Like the tuning of an orchestra
And the feeling you got when you loved her Its a message from a photograph
A slight smirk and a quite laugh
Its all that you can remember
The details of life late December