Two to remember

I tried calling out to my brother
but there were only silence

Oh how I wish I could have told them
that Mom really misses them

And at many nights I sit alone in the music room
writing ...playing.....singing 
listening for whispers of their Souls

A bouquet of flowers now sits on the piano
with pictures of you Dad...you too my brother
and Mom and I. ...in days of younger moments

Before the war....
Dancing.......playing.....singing our songs of love.