Adrian's playing in DADGAD
His guitar cradled as a sleepless child
Finding the notes between familiar ones
In restless (new) relationships.
When he plays like that,
Sonorous and wild,
He is playing the whole damned thing:
Accidentals plucked from the wind in
The peach tree
Its death is near
Fruits heavily in a frenzy of fecundity
As you, my dear, grew luscious and serene
In the few short months before
The cancer plucked you.
I keep your dust in a cupboard.
It gently stirs as Adrian explores
And the spaces in between: