Will I still find you
Atop the stair?
Your chill presence seems
Absent somehow?

I know Music is your love
The piano you played once
In our front room
With chill fingers
When I was a child

I wonder still,
Did you know this house?
Or live here
Before the time
Of terraces and maisonettes?

Does our Music – Clarinet, Piano
Bring peace to you
Does it warm your soul?
Is night now a time when you can rest?
In the knowledge that
The New Day will bring New Notes?

Lady of our home
I hope you are
Still watching over us…

A rewritten poem from 2012 – updated because our Night Lady is quiet. Even so – it is good to think of her on All Hallows Eve 🙂