Memorial Concert

A memorial concert, I said.
Congratulations! he said.
But she does not live any more, I said.
I'm sure it will be nice, he said.

Play along to the game of time
Where we congratulate ourselves
On life and death
and death.

Or love, or what's left of love
And be the essence, free of time
With faith, from faithlessless

And, nearing sleep, "lighten our darkness ...
and by thy great mercy defend us
from all perils and dangers of this night"

[The concert itself was very good, with a very touching piece by György Kurtág Jr. at the end]