and realizing what was about to happen
and then understanding the poison was rising
and holding it back because I knew it would kill
I remember watching your face as you played it
and then touching your skin with the hands of my mind
and walking up behind you and kissing your head
and accepting the fact that I wanted you more�
more than any man ever had or ever would
it was then that I lost all pity for others
sadly pining and waning away over you
because I knew then, as you touched those egg-white keys
that all points, all roads, all maps and whispered legends
ev�ry wandering, each lost gaze into the sky
from when I was a boy; when I was a young man:
all were types, images, symbols and songs of you
and what else could I do to hold back the floodgates
but pray, and gather the strength to remain silent
while the music wrapped me in a trance, washed over
my head and body like a Christmas Eve shower
I doubt that you understood what had happened, then
and maybe you never will fully understand.
but whoever I thought I was when I sat down
no longer existed when your song was finished.