This is the story of a night,
Or call it many,
When my mind is full of chaotic babel,
Thoughts I can’t understand any.
When nothing puts my mind at ease,
I play the songs that I call ours,
As the music starts and then the memories,
And the heart uses its power.
I reach to those corners of my mind,
Corners you occupy with your smile,
Long and wide,
As a mile.
I somehow realize we never grew apart?
I also find,
Little pieces of my heart,
That I let go with you,
I know it were only a few,
But they always play a part,
To put my mind at ease,
To let me love,
Not you but your memories.