In the stillness of the morning
I see her light,
The light of my life.
Now falling into dementia’s clutches
But my love for her getting stronger,
Getting stronger each moment
As she drifts into her own world.
I know that the day will come
When the bubble around her
Will stop me from coming in,
But my love for her
Will never fail.
In the stillness of the morning
I hear the sound,
The sound of my life
As it travels through me.
That life so full of wonder,
The wonder of music,
That has always been there.
Music, the sound that continues
Where the words stop.
That music will be there forever
To help me as my lover drifts,
Drifts into her own world.
In the stillness of the morning
I write these words,
The words that show me,
Show me and what I feel.
Words are always with me,
With me to put on this page.
In the stillness of the morning
What more do I need?
The love for my wife is there.
The music in my life is there.
And the words on this page are there.
In the stillness of the morning,
What more do I need?