All the music was before me,
I was getting it ready,
Getting it organised for the choir.
I started to get it in order
But some was missing,
So I searched,
Searched through the music.
So much music for choirs,
For bands, for groups,
Where my loved one and I
Spent so much joy in our life,
Both playing and singing.
Then I found it,
Found the folder.
It had the Christmas music
That was once in the hands of my beloved.
I just could not stop the tears,
The tears from raining down,
As the last person to have sung
Sung from this folder
Was my loved one,
Who was now singing with the Angels.