Believe I think of you believing I
am also in your thoughts. Believe and know.
I take the melody you sang and go,
accompanying you until I die.
I hear that song each time my eyes are closed.
When you believe that you don’t think of me,
believe me, you’ll still hear the notes I play
and think you hear a pleasing lover say
his complement is you, and yours is he.
Our music plays forever uncomposed.
No final curtain. No applause to end
the set. No last, grand chord. No flowers.
My always ever only lover friend,
you are accompanied: all days, all hours.