His Death Was Unexpected.

His death was unexpected,

in a year which had taken

an artistic hero of mine,

it was only in hindsight

that the quiet moment of finality

should take one of yours.


I did not grieve for the man you lost

as many tears had been spilled for the

musician that had abandoned me

but I mourned for the moment,

I stopped and immediately thought of you,

perhaps in your kitchen, holding a last cup

of tea on a busy day and the radio coming on

to announce his death, my memory of you,

is of that man you liked when we were 15

and I wanted to hold you at that point…


…the silent passing of a life

into the darkness,

dream well always, for one day

you will be that moment of final

night time tea.


Ian D. Hall 2016