Listening to Neil sing, knowing it's Peggy he's thinking
of with every word.
Knowing his heart is breaking, yet this is a tribute to
her in passing.
Music keeping him as steady as grief will allow him to be.
Whispers from heaven fall upon his shoulders as Peggy
comes to listen to him also.
Happy that she can still be with him, her love of him still
in hand, loving even more than before, if that's possible.
(2: 52 p.m. - 10/28/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem