living after losing and now cancer: Suppose Time

Suppose time is a circle, that bends back around.
At night, they walk home the alleys of this town
caressing every moment like a jewel they've just newly found.

Traders don't know they will make that same deal again,
politicans don't know they will shout that same line again.
Parents don't know they will hear their child's first laugh again.

Lovers making love the first time, so shy:
surprised at the fragile nipple, the supple thigh.
How would they remember each touch, each glimpse, each sigh?

From a soft, sterile bed, sunken cheeks and withered skin,
she kisses him softly, whispers goodbye again,
certain this time is the last. But how could she know...

**

...that time will begin again, she will be born again,
study at gymnasium, show her paiting in Zurich.
Again she'll meet her husband, and they'll go sailing on a warm day in July.

She will give birth again, he'll go to work again,
come home from the pharmaceutical with a lump in his throat,
again he will get weak and end up in this room, in this bed.

Suppose time is a circle, every handshake, every word,
all will be repeated, every kiss, every birth.
And everything now happening has happened now a million times before.

These are the lyrics to the one song that makes me tear up EVERY TIME i listen to Einstein's Dream. Randall composed most of the music and wrote all the lyrics - which are adapted from the novel Einstein's Dreams - by Alan Lightman. Leo wrote the music for a few songs - but did all the orchestral arrangements. This CD is one of Leo's last great gifts to the world. How lucky I am that every time I listen to or think about it - I feel a deep connection to him... It's a gift that doesn't go away...

god - I miss him. Here are some pictures (by Andy Rogers) from the premiere of Einstein's Dreams in Bay City, MI...