A letter from an old man to his loving wife. Remembering the time they met. Remembering those Songful days.
I still remember you playing that song,
Up at the stage in that cafe I frequented.
Your eyes sang along,
To your voice I had become addicted.
Your hat was beautiful,
Your shoes were always funny,
Your scarf made me cheerful,
And your smile was just lovely.
You loved your guitar and I loved you for it,
When you strummed those chords, every song used to fit.
I could just watch you play forever,
Glad that you asked me if you could sit.
Elenore, I am here and I can still see you,
Up at the stage in the cafe I still frequent.
This new singer is similar to you in so many ways,
Our daughter reminds me of you when she plays.