Your music makes me cry But please don't be offended I am glad to be have lived for a short time At the same time that you have lived And have shared the same earth Though our roots are a thousand miles apart and our lives two decades separate And yet your music makes me cry But please, it's a good thing! The simple progressions, the slight turns Of wrists to pluck strings and Turn wood and wounded bronze into a story It's a good thing to cry, isn't it? I wish I could have soothed your burns And helped take on your burdens To have stopped the fire Or at least give you a better muse But then what else kind of music would you have made? Maybe it doesn't matter so all there is left to say is: Your music makes me cry and I wouldn't have it any other way