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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barb j beyers
Retired RN/Women's Advocate.
Poet, artist, nature lover, seeker
NW EU, Spain, Native Am, Scotland
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