Creepily, the piano starts to play 

Downstairs – who plays? It can’t be her

She just began to rest...

First day of the month I drag

My body down the station stairs

Sunny but chilly’s the verdict...

Let the waving world of leaves

Chatter away at the ends of trees

Let moons turn gold, let come what please...

Dancing Along the Footpaths

My girl and me we have it all

In this wet and tired year...

I’m in the pub thinking of you

Never been to Rochester

Without you, I feel I’d prefer...

A woman who’s been through the world

And travelled the length of life and seen

And suffered, loved, enjoyed and been...

If my love should live forever

She’ll go on murdering crosswords cos

(No one can deny) she’s clever...

My young love rests, hopefully sleeps

In the afternoon in Spring – she

Causes the cold bird to sing, she...

Scattered in the garden under a cold sky

Pockets of primrose, bunched up and brave;

Leafless in late March the tree...

Dead weight everywhere – sky’s loaded,

Heavy with grey. No wind to break

This sombreness...