All That's Left

My dearest friend, take these books of mine
 You always loved the words that dreamt inside
 Perhaps they'll show you places I never found
 My brother take these clothes of mine
 In which I always looked so stylish and refined
 They'll be much warmer here above the ground
 And while summer is bright on the walk
 Bending shadows like hands of a clock
 Maybe I can find some shade under this tree
 There could just be some rest in this for me
 My sister, take all my photographs
 May faces of friends and family let you laugh
 And keep your memories happy and clear
 My lover, heart, take these songs I wrote
 Play them years from now when you are old
 And perhaps someday someone will hear
 And in this air so still and strange
 If I close my eyes, will the wind change?
 If you listen closely, you might hear me sing
 Take all that's left, take everything