Holy buddy holly clears the air
      and adds to the scene,slowly overtaking it
    as if it set it to begin with (as
                music usually does) floating freefall
And dreamy slippin'an'slidin'peepin'an'hidin'
    And you sing along sleepily although you
   Only know half the words. Teeth clamping wet,
Suckling like the wind does hollow church bells.
When we are old and our bodies beigin to break
   Yours is still the face I want to wake up to,

I lie still as the sunny rose, weightless as the torrid sea,
    free as I can be inspite of another's presence-- and certain

That I love you and you love I; and the music of the dead
    Plays for us and through us. You make it a joy to be at all.