My love, you sang so softly

The horizon — a grey line, barely seen, so far away.
Through all these years it hasn't moved a single inch, not today.
No one alive knows when they'll cross that line, not the hour.
And maybe that's not bad — people are cowards, they cower.
They never look over the edge.
They never step to the ledge.

My love, you sang so softly: "Everything will pass."
Everything has passed — no sorrow, no delight.
Just your face, your voice on tape, the faint sound of the keys
You touched that evening — when life found its light.

Sooner or later, loneliness finds every one.
No one left to tell your heavy news, to say "hello" to — no one.
Get ready: the road is almost done, the end is near.
Meet it with a smile, standing — have no fear.
Stand your ground.
A captain never leaves a ship that's burning down.

My love, you sang so softly: "Everything will pass."
Everything has passed — no sorrow, no delight.
Just your face, your voice on tape, the faint sound of the keys
You touched that evening — when life found its light.

Life is death. Death is life. That's how it goes.
Your leaving is not nowhere — it's a start, the seed that grows.
A path unknown, wondrous, infinite, strange.
Too unreal to feel — you can't arrange.
It's a new kind of knowing, a different art.
You can't memorize it — or retell it by heart.

My love, you sang so softly: "Everything will pass."
Everything has passed — no sorrow, no delight.
Just your face, your voice on tape, the faint sound of the keys
You touched that evening — when life found its light.

My love, you sang so softly: "Everything will pass."
Everything has passed — no sorrow, no delight.
Just your face, your voice on tape, the faint sound of the keys
You touched that evening — when life found its light.

A captain never leaves.
A captain never leaves a ship that's burning down.
Never leaves.

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