Reflecting from my deathbed. I'm balancing life's riches. Against the ditches. And the flat gray years in between. All I can see are. The never laid. That's the never-played symphonies. . I can't see those who tried to love me. All those who felt they understood me. And I can't see those who. very patiently. Put up with me. All I can see are. The never-laid. Ah the never-played symphonies. . You were one. You meant to be one. And you jumped into my face. And laughed and kissed me on the cheek. And then were gone forever. Not quite. . Black sky in the daytime. And I don't much mind dying. When there is nothing left. To care for anymore. Just the never laid. The never-played symphonies. . You were one. You knew you were one. And you slipped right thru my fingers. No not literally but metaphorically. And now you're all I see. As the light fades