Remembering Davo
Whilst looking through old emails, I came across a poem from Davo about our friendship. I've been thinking about him a lot lately (mainly because I am watching the final few episodes of Lost!! We used to discuss Lost for hours, about what was really going on and how it would end. He was so cross that he would not get to see the grand finale when he was dying 3 years ago. We agreed that I'd watch it right through to the last ever episode and he'd be there next to me on the sofa each time!! I know he has been doing just that and I am glad about it!).
Davo died 3 years ago tonight, the wee neep! He is loved and missed as much as he ever was!!
Anyway, the poem...
Soph
My soul is the piano, her words are the keys.
Together we compose, the best of symphonies.
How my soul replays her words of the day.
Like a composer writing a play.
I hear the music, as she strikes a key.
an orchestra, is what I see.
Two souls that share a common ground.
a friendship they have found.
What is a piano, without the player.
It's like a soul, without a desire.
It sits alone in the dark,
waiting for someone to light a spark.
A hope or a desire,
waiting for someone to inspire.
To play a song of the heart,
a song of two souls that will never be apart.
