Lorraine Feather In Flower
I touch the piano
And feel you are there,
A brave little smile on your face.
Your words and your music
Inhabit the air;
I sigh at their elegant grace.
Not everyone knew
You were funny and wise.
You often had nothing to say,
But the lost and the crazy
Could look in your eyes,
And know you would not turn away.
The mockingbird
You sometimes heard
Beyond your windowpane,
Told you all your sleepless nights
Were not in vain.
Your music and words
Fairly dance in the air-
Bring voice to the longing of spring.
A spirit in flower,
Exquisite and rare,
Is truly a glorious thing.
The golden broom
That glowed in bloom
Beside your kitchen door,
Brought you so much joy
Your heart could hold no more,
No more.
I gaze at the stars
And imagine you there,
More patient, more gracious than I,
A spirit in flower,
Exquisite and rare,
Too beautiful ever to die,
A spirit in flower,
Exquisite and rare,
Who climbed all the way to the sky.
