Sarah

Your song resonates, and still weaves, blue notes on a piano case, artists spin alone, but you sang a treat, the year you let us go, can’t get past that date, how it makes me feel, when you whisper and hesitate, cry for all those fallen, down lonely streets, nowhere else left to go, your fans count the days, for those 'fifties scenes, but time was your adage, the unthought of homes, broken metre and sighs, the years still to come, your face in their lives