It must’ve been her

     who set the world turning

     like a ballerina in a music box

It must’ve been her

     who painted the sky

     bringing color to the world

It must’ve been her

     who lit the sun

     like a candle on a cloudy afternoon

It must’ve been her

     who reset the clock

     starting each new day

It must’ve been her

     who emanated music

     like a phonograph in a lantern-lit room

It must’ve been her

     who implanted flavor

     inspiring taste buds and eager lips

It must’ve been her.

Because it’s all gone now.

I’m still here.