[Dedicated to the memory of Nick Traina]

I can still hear our music, sound of one hundred screaming. silver tongued and simon-pure. half complete without you here. thick as thieves. miles worth more than memories. the curtain is coming down. in yesterdays we drown. I know you'll never leave. I've lost faith in everything. I hold our memories dear. AND I MISS YOU! a sunrise in Hollywood. the sun set in september. it forgot to rise the next day. let your light, light our way.