T/W grief, cancer

Mum smells like roses

She claps more than anyone

She is proud of me

I then take a bow

Music lives because of you

My mum, my dear mum

We avoid the word

But it’s there in melodies,

memory: cancer

Now words elude me

My fingers die on the keys

Love is lost to me

I haunt with my song,

my empty compositions

Music is dying

The bird stops chirping

As I play the fun’ral song

I stumble and cry

Time had never passed so slowly