The music of the second prelude brings to mind a story told to our FT by a fellow patient on a hospital ward, many years ago.

Not for the first time, our rhythm is co-co-COO :>)

Dead leaves

She had stowed them away in a decades-old tin
   that had once held McVitie's best wares,
Custard Creams, Rich Teas, Bourbons, the tea-treats within,
   only crumbs left, and all sprouting hairs;
she supposed, with a sigh, she should clear out the mould,
   yet it seemed rather apt in its way,
since the letters at first had been sugary gold
   before changing to something in grey.

She knew each winning word of the courtshipping years
   and the fine ink upon which they sailed,
splashing oceans of eyes, pinkling shellets of ears,
   trailing tresses all fully detailed;
he had been far from home through those passionate times
   and surrounded by death and disease,
seeking solace in word play, his rhythms and rhymes,
   while around him the blood swept the breeze.

He returned one damp Autumn; she raced to his train
   in a fever of word-won desire,
there he stood, on the platform, in rivers of rain,
   looking lost in his Army attire;
it was not the reunion either had penned,
   but he promised he'd write to her soon,
and she hoped that whatever was broken would mend
   as the year crept towards the Cold Moon.

When the letters resumed they were filled with despair
   and a bitterness come close to hate,
all he'd seen, all he'd lost, all that blood in the air,
   while she'd prattled at party and fete;
how they gathered, these missives, dead leaves in her drawer,
   for she kept them, but never replied,
then news came, that he'd hanged himself from his shed door
   with one last note: I've already died.

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Written on 2019-04-08 at 20:14

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
How sad. But beautifully told.

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I admire this poem immensely.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful as a nightshade blossom.