Drycicles

Come wind, caress the halls

Inside the tower

Of our

Souls

Come rain, wash the days

Of this last month

In this last year

We have lain before you.

We’ll whistle the tune together

We’ll stare in wonder below

At the freshly adorned coat of snow

Sky whenever.

I still don’t know how to build

a Carillion

And have counted for ages

the Millions

of fibres of silk

In a tune yet unsung, for tomorrow

I will touch the clavier

Of my being

From this tower in Utrecht

I am blessed that we got to

Seeing

the World

Together,

Dad.