It is time for me to go
beyond the reality of death
into the melody of songs
played on the strings of violins.

And as time caresses your heart
easing the pain of being left behind
close your eyes my love and listen
to my voice in each draw of the bow.

Let me drift to you and through you
then gather in swirls around you
that make the candle flame dance
and the shadows will be me reaching.

And when you cry yourself to sleep
I’ll be waiting in the whisps of your dreams
flying on the notes of old love songs
played on the strings of violins.

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