Theres a lot of people missing from my life.
This thought comes back when...

When the piano stops playing
the music ceases to be heard...

East Rivers flow,
Men beat the ground...

Format me. Forgive me...
Redirect my hardrive, friend; wife...

It was the perfect day.
A simplistic afternoon...

Julian is singing high again.
She hit the B flat...

Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting.
Yes indeed, the monks were flying...

The day you told me,
a cold snowy day...

It is bright across the way.
The way I used to take...

I'm sorry they told you I was no longer breathing.
Seeing rainclouds raining...

Its OK, its just fine.
Its out of reach...

Echoes of distant lovers,
Brothers and mothers lost amongst the play...