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.
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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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