I play to you from two worlds:
one that I still live in,
and another where you are.
I play the same notes in both worlds,
But two different songs
one of life, and one of death.
Both speak the same words,
yet you will perceive them in different ways.
You are not gone, nor are you here.
You live in the spaces we still carry,
woven through our days like a thread,
a part of us that time slowly takes, yet in the end unites.
