Well, listening so much to Billie Holiday all this weekend. I kinda wrote down this song, which at two places refers to two of her different songs. I have tried to write down the kind of song/poem she used to sing in her satin voice.

I have titled it:

When you come to my memory

When you come to my memoryI conjure up a story
A delightful story
Of a summer romance
Wherein we had met
Perchance
In the small cafe
Across the way
And danced
To Billie Holiday
Singing, 'If you were mine...'
Remember your serene face
Like sunlight falling on pines
Your sweet gaze
Like the moon shines

When you come to my memory
I conjure up a story
Of a June night
Where we escaped away
To Sweetheart Bay
Where we stayed
The moonlit night
You lifted your lips to mine
As I kissed the curl
That lingered at your lips
And then the girl
I most loved
One I saw dreams of
Everyday

When you come to my memory
A thought perturbs
Nudges and disturbs, me,
So, I conjure up a story
Of a summer romance
Wherein by chance
We had met
And danced.

Here I post a song by Billie Holiday. 'I get along without you very well.'

Note how Holiday sounds like a deluded, heart-broken woman singing in self-mockery, 'I get along without you very well...'

Note how the simple lyrics are elevated to an altogether different level by the magical, heart-breaking, shattering, satin voice of 'Lady Day', Billie Holiday

I get along without you very well
Of course, I do
Except when soft rains fall
And drip from leaves
Then I recall
The thrill of being sheltered in your arms
Of course, I do
But I get along without you very well

I've forgotten you just like I should
Of course, I have
Except to hear your name
Or someones laugh that is the same
But I've forgotten you just like I should

What a guy
What a fool am I
To think my breaking heart
Could kid the moon
What's in store,
Should I fall once more?
No, its best that I stick to my tune

I get along without you very well
Of course, I do
Except perhaps in spring
But I should never think of spring
For that would surely break my heart in two

Whats in store
Should I fall once more?
No, its best that I stick to my tune

I get along without you very well
Of course, I do
Except perhaps in spring
But I should never think of spring
For that would surely break my heart in two