A song won’t save my daddy

yet I hold his hand and sing

A prayer isn’t saving my daddy

Though we pray endlessly in our hearts

 

My dad composed his life around us

A silent song of love

Dad conducted a sweet melody

For my mum my sisters and brother too

We danced merrily to his tune

Too happy to care that the bliss may end soon

 

Now we gather around dad like a voiceless choir

Hoping we can find the key

Unlock the secret notes to a curing verse

Feeling us lost as dad, as words and prose elude us

 

Abandoned by the earthly muses,

We pray the waiting pipers will be in tune

When kindness strikes its cruel blow,

the day dad changes chords, and begins anew

composing a song to all troubles immune.