Harvest sun and amber twilight.
We met on a sweet Virginia breeze.
Young men's voices, plaintive, passionate, pursuing dreams
In the long ago days of underground rooms
And smoky wine.
On you sang, background accompaniment to my life,
Able to string decades together
With a familiar chord or two.
Able to delight with your shy smile and your best friend on keyboard
My friend, too.
Autumn skies are sapphire again
Orange, yellow and red leaves brilliant again
The waters of the Chesapeake rippling like diamonds again
But you are not here.
Why did those final notes
Your voice stop echoing?
Month of music and mourning
Real fine days twinkling above
Unstilled in memory.
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