I am learning his song.
Recorded in a hospice.
He was a songwriter.
Which really means,
He was a poet.
I could see him in his lyrics.
I could feel his pain, his optimism,
And the love he had for his wife.
I could feel his gratitude,
For the opportunity to reveal himself,
So publicly.
No truer portrait,
Than this self portrait.
Each time I tried to sing it...
The poignancy of the last line,
Caught in my throat.
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