Your unfolding, muted under the trodden Earth
Held priceless blooms in musical form,
Petals I caught with my silver net
And took into my mind.

I can still feel the echo and the wake
Of your presence here
I still have the smile, nested crescent in my eye
And my ears stuffed full of songs...

What is Diamonde to me
And where is John,
Reflections and compliments
Like gold flickers on the waves

Oh, the songwriter is gone
But the song lives on and on.