Your name is always on my tongue
like music I don't know the tune of.
I hum and I stumble my way through the notes
like a bastardization of what you wrote.
Your words have melody and class
from my lips fall tunes dreadfully crass.
But all I know is your name
like a filter through my brain.
And if you feel like charity,
in this world, a rarity,
my name, you could whistle
that will bring music to my ears
I can live on for years