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.