Poets of the Fall (for Tony)

We gave melodies to each other.
Talking was rare and precious,
but harmonies grew rampant

on the vines between us. We spoke
a language of majors and minors
when we insisted nothing was new.

I didn't know when the last note faded,
so would you. I'd give anything to hear
what you'd recommend me now.
Tony (my older brother) would've been 42 on the 30th. This is his second birthday no longer with us. I miss him every damn day. 

One of the things he and I bonded over was music. The last band he recommended to me was Poets of the Fall. I can't listen to them (no matter what song) without tearing up. My favorite one right now is "Cradled in Love."

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