I never knew you, never saw you,
And I heard your name too late.
When I found you, you were gone,
So twisted the ties of fate.
But you left your story, left your heart,
And you still made your way to me.
I can see your face, hear your voice,
Like you never ceased to be.
Your words still penetrate, still stir up;
I can't explain what I feel.
But it's like you're still here, talking to me,
Like the breath in your lungs is real.
I don't undestand, don't know why it's true,
That you chose this for yourself.
You seemed to be healed of the pain in your soul;
Did you ever cry out for help?
I miss you, I love you, and we've never met,
But the gifts that you've left are clues.
Your music, your paintings, your heart, your life--
The world lost a lot when it lost you.