Music reserved for remembrance.

From your castle in the clouds,
I know you watch over me.
I find little ghosts of you everywhere–
The feathers under my pillow,
Ringing in my ears that, with enough
Faith, could sound like the ocean;
Gentle waves, sweet breath that stopped
Too soon. These notes sound like
Tears and raindrops and shivers
and the roar of airplanes,
static to drown out any doubt.