Artist's Soul

I met Beckett in First Love
(And Moriarty?)
And Moriarty On the Road
(And their words?)
Their words entrap
And bend, distract, just say it
"I'll forget you when you go."

Your words to me, discreet
In a language I don't speak
But they keep on, repeat
Come on baby, come teach me
Don't forget me when you go
I'm holding out for, holding onto
I'd die for an artist's soul

These sentiments are enclosed
With no return on envelope
Stand in a line, with more coming behind
To answer what you never wrote

And Moriarty?
And their words?

Your words to me, discreet
In a language I don't speak
But they keep on, repeat
Come on baby, come teach me
Don't forget me when you go
I'm holding out for, holding onto
I'd die for an artist's soul