That very special ghost

Lately, there's a ghost haunting my days
That ghost is just there, accompanying me the whole time
He's even there in my dreams
He's everywhere in my room
At every corner of my house he stands
Sometimes, I can see him watching me as I work with my computer
I can feel him sitting on my futton listening to my playing keyboard
I even promise to master and play "You are so beautiful" for him
I can remember when he also helps me hanging some posters in my room
Everytime I see myself at the mirror, I see him there looking at me and joking about my pathetic height
That ghost also jokes around with me while I am at Cubfoods and Walmart; he helps me with my cart
I know he walked along with me down the State Street today
I see him enjoying Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong in Tellus Matter
I see him staring at the pictures by Salvatore Dali in Fine Prints and Posters
I can see him sitting there on the second floor of Chin's
I can see the wind blows thru his hair
I can hear his singing "More than words"
I dance with him to "Fly Me to the Moon" and "New York, New York"
He hugs me everynight before I sleep and says gently,"Good Night, Ka"

That ghost is so mysterious yet interesting
He is warm and understanding. He listens too well
The ghost is very special and dear to me
Just hoping that the ghost is always happy...