Look , at me honey
Still humming the song
You first sang to me
Playing the notes of Lucille
With its third chord broken
Like an old virtuoso
Who has forgotten
The lyric of his favourite song
Now that You won't show up again
I aloof the voice of my sound
But when I die , I'll take these
Wrong notes and broken strings
I'll sing to you from the sky
Wave your hand , and emend
Me when I sing it wrong .
I'll be there next to the moon
Watching you all night
©word_fly