you lived beside a graveyard
but were buried miles away
with such ground to traverse
i'll visit on a rainy day
they wouldn't make you ashes
it was never meant that way
so they put you in a box
i carried you into to the grave
i took all your possessions
and i livened up my place
so my monument to you is now
inside my living space
the instrument's in storage
never sees the light of day
but when i listen through the f-holes
i can hear the songs you play
i'll never sell it off
not even for the highest bid
and when they see me play it
they'll say "my, just like she did!"
when it gets restored
i'll learn your flighty bow technique
so that when they see me playing
they'll be talking for a week