The music was weighing heavily on our shoulders,
the vibration brought most of us to tears,
so strongly were the cellos playing in mineur,
that no one thought of the deceased by now.
The dusty sunlight hardly made it any better,
but then a magpie entered the wide open doors
and flew around over our heads a while.
So light his flight was, such a glider.
He carried all our sadness to fly out again
leaving us smiling through the ceremony,
while he was screaming proudly from the roof top
as his task with us was done.