In Memoriam: Leonard Cohen

1934-2016

The secret chord,
the 4th, the 5th,
a minor fall, a major lift

I'll stand before the Lord of song

with nothing on my tongue

but Hallelujah.

Now, Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river
She's wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor
And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love and they wil lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds her mirror
And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind