His death was unexpected,

in a year which had taken

an artistic hero of mine,

it was only in hindsight

that the quiet moment of finality

should take one of yours.

 

I did not grieve for the man you lost

as many tears had been spilled for the

musician that had abandoned me

but I mourned for the moment,

I stopped and immediately thought of you,

perhaps in your kitchen, holding a last cup

of tea on a busy day and the radio coming on