So we were married on the silk road A thousand giants throwing rocks And just as I pulled back your white veil You were struck. We had your funeral in the ocean Off the coast of Mozambique. That's where you said you always wanted To live, So I said, "Lay her here So she can always hear the trees calling her name. And they'll wrap their roots So gently all around her frozen frame." So I carved you into marble Placed you high up in the frieze So old Herodotus would write entire books About your glory. I gave your necklace to a poor boy He didn't thank me He just left. And I heard your ghost Playing the organ again. And I said, "Play that song That echoed through the church when you were born." But then the music stopped And I never heard another sound from you. So I was walking on the silk road Heading home for the last time And you were sitting waiting for me on the side Beneath the tree I just kept walking I didn't see.