It’s hard to play with tears,
Streaming down your face.
Two rivers of salt, soaking,
Dripping, shining on soft wood.
The song, the song, echoing,
Echoing in my ears, in my heart
In my hands, and head, and soul.
Playing, playing blind with tears,
Hot, wet tears, my heart bursting,
With love, with pain, with song,
For the departing…
…a last song.