Grandpa’s Violin
The creak of a floorboard
A scent on the wind
Voices echoed in my mind,
Searching for something I’ll never find.
I miss you, I miss you.

I’m crying to the strains of Grandpa’s violin,
Notes of a forgotten song held within
Weathered face reflected in the moon
Crying to the strains of Grandpa’s violin.
I miss you, I miss you.

Hands were so gentle
So hard yet so kind
The summers whispered soon,
A tune hummed, slightly out of tune.
I miss you, I miss you.

The heat of the day
Relief in the shadows
Eyes so brightly blue
I’ll always remember you.
I miss you, I miss you.


Drinking from the saucer coz my cup has overflowed.