Song

 

Only one of the tracks on the CD

Speaks to me now. Not the lyric content

But that rhythm and voice and all it meant

Between you and me in the once of maybe.

Hadn’t thought of you in a month of Sundays

But we haven’t spoken in forty years

The way we did on leafy lanes, wild piers

And round at friends before school again Mondays.

Whatever we said was what what what was it?

Enough of everything in the time allowed.

You are out there now, something whatever

Your face in my thoughts, your words so clever,

Family and friends, like me, and this loud

Once more song of ours. All seven minutes.