Beautiful strings and piano chords support a poem I wrote after the tragic death of a little boy I taught some years back .

Jordy’s balloons

after the funeral
outside to inevitable
sun

watching his eight year old mates release purple/
white balloons shrinking into a perfect blue sky

a week’s
grieving

spent

relieved children smiling laughing faces upturned sunflowers seeking
light warmth celebrating his life intent eyes on diminishing orbs

but on
fear-engraved
faces

the aching eyes of every parent on their own
child seeing them disappear in an instant

like balloons.

from micromacro, 2006 © rob walker.

Thanks to Benjamin Orth from Hessen, Germany and Onlymeith the International Man of Mystery (aka Carlos Clemente from Madrid, Spain) for the samples and mixing.