The voices of those I love, now gone, join
in the harmony of angels, to bring
exultation to day and blues to night:
mysterious melody everywhere.

Songs that grow from silence to din
to consume every moment.

Lilts by streams, legato drones among stars,
all to the top to rebirth time,
soli beget duets, until the world is.

Once, again.

Chagall 2017