Capo 1st Fret      found your name across the chapel door      carved in cursive with a table fork      muddy hymnals and some bootmarks where you’d been       the shaking preacher told the captain’s man       the righteous suffer in a fallen land      and pulled the shade to keep the crowd from peeking in       we found your children by the tavern door       with wooden buttons and an apple core       playing house and telling everyone you’d drowned      the begging choir told the captain’s man      we all assume the worst the best we can      and for a round or two they’d gladly track you down      we found you sleeping by your lover’s stone      a ream of paper and a telephone      a broken bow across a long lost violin      your lover’s angel told the captain’s man     it never ends the way we had it planned     and kissed her palm and placed it on your dreaming head