a satellite dish on the roof of my grandfather's shed sings to the stars
who will provide the countermelody?
i took you to a place on the beach that my dad took me as a boy to share these sweet things with you
it all means something.
there is a waterfall in the woods in northwest indiana where once the river ran so dry you could look down into the riverbed and see the roots of trees gasping, begging for the water's return
we stood in the rain the next day as the wind whipped petals off the branches of the maple trees and in the downburst i fell so deeply love with you
will you sing with me?
there is no use in weeping over things left unsaid if they were better off on the radio waves bouncing down to the satellite into the screen inside your head to replay the crescendo to failure in the moments before collapse