thought after

When I leave I will go off
as a note.
Only one or a piece.
There will no offerings.
Of course providene and all that has a place.
Things that have no name.

"Long ago and many years was my my music taken."
Who would listen to such talk from a man like that?
Much less a vaguness called girl.

Perhaps
it just vanished like the tide.
That one no longer able to be with that she gone
so went
the music
Many
unrecognizable by choice then
became and the music
simply departed
it wasn't the farewell he hoped for