Looking at you now, light falling,
wondering what you are thinking,
bent forward in profile, old, yes,
but somehow beautiful, although
you never thought you were,
watching, thinking, listening
to Rach 2 at the Albert Hall.
I myself, listen, think
how things have been between us
and of pain, hurt and love over the years,
and of what you have been through
and I feel for you such an impulse of care,
knowing we can listen together,
listen to beauty, such beauty out of pain,
the light falling, the light falling,
and I think of what we, you,
have brought into the world,
into our lives. We have not long now,
not too long I hope, and I am grateful.
I have taken but what given?
Suddenly you are old, suddenly young,
listening to beauty out of pain.
Rach 2, the Rack too, and now
the tone poem of Lili Boulanger,
Give us this day, Lili, dead at twenty-four.
There are not enough hours, age hurts,
and the pianist also twenty-four,
such touch caressing the notes.
Time you have the key.
Turn it in the lock before it rusts.
©Terry Hodgson2023
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