A haggard/
antiquitous daughter/
stood on a stage,/
sounding her crazed/
and demented rage!/
With her impassioned vibrato,/
She awakened my shy,/
slumbering Liberato!

I lost my daughter today,/
though she didn’t die/
nor move far away;/
she yelled, swore, said goodbye,/
and poof! there was no more to say./
I cried/
and died/
inside.

I sometimes wonder/
if I disturb your slumber./
Or if you’re still sleep-free/
thinking of me!