click play button... "Honor Him"-  to my muses


my Muses. . .


My precious Standard who passed on April 2, 2010 - 4:10pm.

For 14 years he taught me to be inquisitive about life and savour each reward-

...I miss him more than my words can express.

Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden -
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; For nothing now can ever come to any good."


But you
Have disappeared
You have been released
You are flecks of light
You are missed, Somewhere
Spinning round the sun
Circling the moon
Traveling through time
You are missed

. . . Lucinda Williams


" Co-là breith sona Noble "

Gaelic translation ... " Happy Birthday my Noble "

My Noble - we laugh, cry, smile, collapse, overcome, love and endure - we are family . . .

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