It's late at night and still the music throbs
Into the halls and empty rooms of grief.
She plays it loud enough to drown her sobs.
Because I must leave soon I make it brief.

The end is often longer than the start
When something pure has spoiled and turned so bad.
Without good reason she has grown apart
And this is why my wife has left me sad.

My soul is still within her heart it's true
But she has left me long ago in dreams,
And since she knows together we are through
The loss is now affecting her, it seems.

I won't allow myself to mourn the years
No matter what sad music shares her tears.