A hundred years from now when your soul has taken shape anew
I will still know you.
Whether you are a star, a cloud, or a drop of fresh morning dew
I will hear your heart and I will know you.
If I have no eyes to see or ears to hear you too
I will taste your rhythm and I will know you.
Transcribed upon my soul is your memory. In truth
When time stops and the universe falls quiet, I will feel your pulse and, even then,
I will know you.