Baz Luhrmann - May I join your cult?

i sang a song for you y'day

in my horrible croaky voice

breaking at all the junctures and notes

no, im not being modest but true

but i still sang for you

because i wanted you to know

what it meant to me

to have u hear me..

i played the guitar today

i remembered that chord, that note

my hand held entranced,

my nails digging into the fret board

i strummed mindlessly

i could hear the music echoing out of your home

sweet magic of the tabla and u singing along..

i will dance tomorrow

shouldn't we rejoice?

beginnings and endings all anew

it is the funeral of you plaguing me for the last time..