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