Tiny and Tietie

The lights are flickering on the highway, I spied Like they did for nights after Tiny died Not exactly the same Though the same group in this mysterious game After his gone, the calling and the signaling Maybe morse, maybe some other code in need of unraveling Something unspoken maybe, something undone That sought expression through the veil brought down Or, maybe a calling to remember love across time A seeking for sense, the reason why rhyme Not so, this dark night after Tietie's forever Not the rhythmic on and off of group endeavour But one by one, playing a sole melody strong The lights perform an answering song SP