She leapt into my lap
embraced in the familiar way.
Oceanic depths of music
dissolve walls and hours 
as in a dream.
Bowed in silence before a song
Columbus in the old world
held her beauty's siren.
All so real then
where does such love go to die?

"You could bring her back. I think you should."
There's a long explanation but who needs it?
Sforzando my response:
"Yeah. Right. Great. Thanks. See ya later."