When you've gone (2024 Birch St)

When you've gone. Played on the pianola that dad hand tuned and repaired - shellac wing polish, IV tube pipes, tissues dipped in latex bellow patches and all.
When you've gone, your souls' hovering in space
We will miss the wrinkles on your face
And listening to the most mundane of phrase
Won't expect an ear full of praise for this song
When you've gone
When you've gone the world won't be the same
No click of knitting needles with a steady grace
Or squeak of wheelbarrow or the swish of spade
We'll carry these as much as any DNA
When you've gone
When you've gone, the salty grief we face
Mixes with the sweetness of the treats you bake
Know your lives could never be a waste
Your current run through us and's never washed away
Even when you've gone