I blew the dust off the radio,
Just so I could hear that strumming again,
You played this tune so well,
And now it just seems like ancient.
I've forgotten the words,
And the guitarstrings are too stiff to play.

I have to resort to the artificial to relearn,
Observe the phoney to bring the magic.
Fortunately you did teach me well,
So I will pick it up real quick,
And probably compose a melody myself,
But please wait till then,
For it will take time to remember everything,
Your smile and the exact texture of your voice.