You left me with a trunk full of memories,
A suitcase of unanswered questions.
Do we dream? What is real? Why did your music
make me cry; Can it create eternity in a single note?
You knew what would make me curious,
as you tenuously held my heart in your hand.
The streetlamps lit with an eerie glow
when you told me they were the first in the world
to illuminate; so much like you, my love...