Eric v.d. Luft

I was young
He was middle-aged
Forty-five years gone
Now I'm old
Now he's dead
But the hallway is the same

I see musicians I used to know
Their arthritic hands
Can play no more
But their music is fresh

I feel ghosts of lovers
Their crazy hearts
Beat no more
But their love endures

I'm healthy now
But health decays
And only disease remains