A few solitary notes
as instruments are roused
from their slumber.
Lights dim.

You invited us into your memories
and along a troubled road
littered with diffidence and pride.

But you promised we’d get through the night
as long as we trusted you, and listened.
So we sang with you and we walked with you
we danced with you and we rode the tiger.

We found new friends along the way
and seasons passed and changed.
We felt the warmth of homes and fires
of dust and sand and ash and wind.
We found god and remembered we don’t care.

You told us of drifting, and keeping too much in
so we cried with you, and loved with you,
and as you, loved again.

And as you ushered us back home,
we cheered you and smiled.
Leaving your fading memories
to other stages, and other crowds.

Lights dim.
A few solitary words
still linger
just behind the bar.

——
Credits
Good part of the poem is inspired by the lyrics and/or titles of the Pain of Salvation, Anneke van Giersbergen and Árstíðir concert setlist in London, 15th April 2013.