The Music of Grief

He was a song
That sang in me
For a while

Plucked my heartstrings
With his melody
A lovely joyful tune

And then the little
Music maker died
There is only the echo of him
Just vibrations now

Reverberating through me
And engulfing me with his song
Then plunging me into it's absence
Over and over without warning

I was in love with his music
And I mourn deeply
That it has ended

I try to hold on to his lyrics
--already they are fading
But I'll never forget his melody

He was a song
That sang in me
For a while

bjbeyers 8/2023

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