Xia Xiang (ii) Master of Song

Falling through daydreams
A brief interlude,
Breaks through the sweet sounds
Of my long solitude.
Man picks up the vinyl.
Man Weaves in my sight
Shadows of melody,
Into the night.

If God had you woven
From air, light and breath.
Could he smother music?
Cloak beauty in death?
Walk softly to no place
I pick up the phone.
To hear that a young man
Is not coming home.

Do you still spin the tunes,
Can you still hold my hand?
That the memories slip through
Like hourglass sand
I still hear you Christiaan
The master of song,
Creating the rhythms
To whom I belong.

My Tears are long gone now,
Warm heart turned to stone,
Submerged in deep grief still,
Yet never alone.
So glad that I touched you
Too sad that our friends
Can only hear silence
As melody ends.