Blue summer in back on my feet again

I was told, long ago...

Music soothes the savage soul...

And music helps the wound to mend...

I set ashamed when I speak her name...

How awful joyful tidings feel...

And in the solitude of night...

In my rooms devoid of light...

I allow my sadness to flow like rivers...

I have outgrown my mortal coil...

But it's the only suit I own...

So now I lay me down to sleep...

Again...