For Alex Somers

Alex, I saw you play your music You opened with a cassette tape, of bending sounds in front of a silent crowd Moving under the stage lights, so gracefully Alex, I wish we'd spoken a little longer It's the beginning of my last winter here And I've learnt from you that, we can move on from the weather How's it in California? Alex, after what's happened last summer I couldn't find love for a while; but at the mean time, you helped me Picking it up, not looking back to often I have to keep walking now Walking now, walking now