Memorium to Acker BilkA Poem by RonMoved by a friend
He lies boxed, sad in the sighing chapel Something moves about the coffin Passing to, then through and from the box Crotchets minims quavers from sweet clarinet. Penetrating coffin boards and the heads Of mourners. Notes shimmering with symmetry and beauty, Now swaying through the air, dancing from smooth ashlars. Not only joyful notes of music; They are ephemeral tones of Love. © 2010 RonAuthor's Note
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