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When The Music Died - The Cheeky Celt
He kept her chair
by the window
dusting the strings of
his old ash wood
tea gone cold
on the nightstand
her shawl folded
the way it always does
When the music died
the house forgot its breathing
walls learned to hide
every echo, every pleading
He touched the frets
but his hands just shook instead
When the music died
she was all that it had said
Neighbors passed
with their baskets
whispered blessings
at his garden gate
He carved her name
in the headstock
closed the case
and learned the way
When the music died
the house forgot its breathing
walls learned to hide
every echo, every pleading
He touched the frets
but his hands just shook instead
When the music died
she was all that it had said
Years move slow as the winter tide
grief grows thin at the aching sides
He lit one flame for the last refrain
and called the wind to carry her name
He sang her name
into the wind
one bare note
on a fragile string
The candle sighed
the smoke drew a line
her name blew out into the dark
silent, perfect, kind
