Life and death keep calling, and grief is a grey mourning, the clock has struck tinged with bursts of memories and thanks, and things you wish you done differently given half a chance

It’s a story unfinished a broken ending a painful beginning, a cycle

And at times it feels like the whole world is crying

This is not just my story, this is the stories of stories

Life is like the weather, and this month it has felt, some days I haven’t been dressed appropriately

Some days I have forgotten my umbrella, sometimes it’s my shades,

At 54, I felt lost, lonely and orphaned again

Some days I don’t want to get up at all, sometimes everything okay

And sometimes it just rains…… Check on the song…  (is it ready for the website)

Myself ,Leon Johnson and Adam the Bass player, played at Marsden jazz festival

And I dedicated the song to my sister

The rain fell, and people run into the tent, to get cover, the rain howled, the saxophone joined in, and I felt my sister laughter as we let go and did jazz