So we were married on the silk road
A thousand giants throwing rocks
And just as I pulled back your white veil
You were struck.
We had your funeral in the ocean
Off the coast of Mozambique.
That's where you said you always wanted
To live,
So I said, "Lay her here
So she can always hear the trees calling her name.
And they'll wrap their roots
So gently all around her frozen frame."
So I carved you into marble
Placed you high up in the frieze
So old Herodotus would write entire books
About your glory.
I gave your necklace to a poor boy
He didn't thank me
He just left.
And I heard your ghost
Playing the organ again.
And I said, "Play that song
That echoed through the church when you were born."
But then the music stopped
And I never heard another sound from you.
So I was walking on the silk road
Heading home for the last time
And you were sitting waiting for me on the side
Beneath the tree
I just kept walking
I didn't see.