You wrote your Yiddish signature in rain. <br />I could not match it in a thousand years. <br />Old words are classic to my memory. <br />Because of you, my feet have wings this day. <br /> <br />Gray music paints a picture of rare worth, <br />A Slavic image of an April mood, <br />Breaching the barrier of your last breath, <br />I should not wonder, Friend, you said it would. <br /> <br />'For a poet who was born in April and died in April'. <br /> <br />Copyright,2009, Sandra Fowler<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gray-music/
