Another Musical Eulogy

I thought you were the answer,
A simple name I could speak and think and write,

A name to toy with on yellow beaches and on warm porches,
A glass of peach iced tea in hand.

A name to carry into the fall when the leaves spit and whisper,
Little lies in your ears.

A name to hold close when the rains return
And wash away everything else.

But all along, there was only music,
Sheets and sheets of the stuff,

Playing over the idea of you.

Until the keys chipped and the strings snapped,
Our voices growing thick and tired,

And soon there was nothing left
But an echo, a tickle in the throat,