An older piece, inspired by a fiddle tune…
Neil Gow’s slow Scots air at the Death of his Wife;
Was written in silence and sorrow.
It tells through a fiddle the joy of their life;
And the loneliness coming tomorrow.
I hear it each time as if hearing anew;
This old Fiddler’s prayer of Thanksgiving.
And I ask, could I write it if I had lost you?
And I was the partner still living.
It speaks from the strings,from the box and the bow;
Redeeming a promised hereafter.
His wife can be heard when the music dips low;
With the tears they have shared and the laughter.
It’s a story of longing, belonging, regret;
Which proclaims that his love never wavers.
You can tell that her voice still remains with him yet;
Whispered softly in minims and quavers.