Can you hear it? Do the strains of Earth Reach to Heaven above? I think you can hear it. I want you to hear it. I want you to hear it, These notes entering my ears. They remind me of you. Can you hear it? I’m sure you can. You have to. Please hear these songs. Hear the floating, Dancing, twirling notes Of both joy and sorrow— Hear the bittersweet Tears rolling down my cheeks— Hear them, And remember me.
I was at my friends' orchestra concert. It's only the second time I've been. The first was a few days before my cat died. This is my poem to him.