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Elegy for Eric

 

Eric Von Baeyer plays his cello in the evening,

At his home in Cleveland Heights, Ohio, he could

Lose himself in

Music,

Playing,

Perhaps,

Bach.

 

Doctor Von Baeyer used to have musicians over,

In the ballroom, a string quartet or maybe

Poetry-to-music,

On a

Winter's

Afternoon.

 

Eric Von Baeyer bought me my first good guitar, a

Martin six-string, from a pawnshop, second-hand, I

Had to promise,

Not to

Sell it

While he was alive.

 

The times we played together,

We tried to build a bridge between our generations.

A love of music was our strongest thread.

 

Eric Von Baeyer passed away last year,

I got a card from his son,

Who played Schubert at the funeral

Service and read

Poetry,

Eric

Would have liked that.

 

That old guitar that the Doctor gave me, well, I

Finally sold it, I traded it for a piano,

'Cause it always

Was a

Bit hard

On my fingers.

 

Now these two Friends are gone,

But to remind me on,

I thought, maybe, a song -

A love of music was our strongest thread.

 

Eric Von Baeyer plays his cello in the evening,

At his home in Cleveland heights, Ohio, he could

Lose himself in

Music,

Playing,

Perhaps,

Bach.

 

 

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