Blue notes spiraled upward.
Issuing from the golden brass.
Each one calling your sister home.
Little girl; little boy.
A bit more than a year apart.
The links were never truly broken.
Twin souls with light surrounding.
I with my pen. You with your melodies.
What a song we could have written.
Poison of families ripped apart.
Separation to feed the lies.
Oh, my brother, we are the truth.
The Saxman is now in paradise.
Playing his sweet tunes.
Ever calling his sister home.
We rose above our fates and followed our destinies!
RIP brother dear. I miss you so.
I love you, too!