just stopping by to say goodnight

I have a new friend in South Philly, just a few blocks from your old apartment. I drive by every couple of weeks, and look to see if there's a light on in your old windows.

I had your picture framed, the one you gave me when we met, and I hung it up right next to my piano, so I think of you and the crazy, scandalous lyrics you made up for the songs from Phantom of the Opera, every time I sit down and try to remember how to play.

Still thinking about you. Still talking about you. You are still one of the most influential people I ever met.