26 November 2007
12:36 AM
I could always remember
the many ways to make you smile.
the deep chats about politics and
long live lkyhow i whined about never being able to tell the difference
between oboe and clarinet,
and you dumped on me $200 worth of cds to help
(yes, i can tell the difference now)
all those vitamin tablets you gave me and you
knew when i didn't take them.
Or you'd call me up to remind me to buy some new pill on the market.
Don't know how you knew, but you did.
you passed on your precious cd collection to someone who can only appreciate it half as well as you,
and that proud horse you gave her has been sold.
Mozart sits pretty on ebony and ivory; I bought beethoven to accompany him. It gets lonely up there sometimes, and I can tell.
I think I played the violin for you.
I think I pressed on because you knew I could.
I think life's all about that. Making it worthwhile for yourself, for the people around you.
You only ever wear one pair of sandals, those timberlands that went with all the khakis you had.
You surprised me one day, and sometimes I think I know you so well,
when I don't really know you at all.
I should visit you, but I can't find the time after school.
(You wouldn't want to hear my violin anymore.
I can raise the dead with that.)
Maybe I'll play piano again for you. But I'll have to practise though, so I'll be needing
a little more time.
