Fermata

They say the music stopped that day,
and in a sense that's true.
I prefer to imagine that you're still playing,
restored in body,
with the vigour of youth.
You played elaborate organ,
graceful oboe,
powerful piano,
and as professionals together,
our collaborations soared;
somehow more than their two parts.

Beyond the veil,
we can no longer play together,
and so I arranged something in your name.
The three girls and I performed it for you
but it felt like you were there
in the lines, the texture and the harmony.
It had your imprint all over it.
Were you singing along?

Should you be waiting,
taking a well-earned rest
before the great Conductor starts anew,
know this: we sense you with us now.
Even today, I hear your music;
your gift to us which never ends.
Wait there for me
to join the eternal symphony.