One More Song

The one you love is dead. they’ve gone below, to the Underworld. Death needn’t be the end. They left you a mixtape, and as long as you have that – as long as you’re listening to the songs that bound you together, which became the story of your relationship – they can’t really die. And you’re not some nobody, fated to lie down and take this. You’re a Muse’s child. With your music you make the stones weep and the gods kneel down before you. You’re getting them back.