For Jazz - March 1997-30/12/07

Come with me and we shall dance,
Walk beside me and we shall find a field of newly mown grass,
A crunchy, leaf strewn woodland and maybe a daffodil or two.
If we see a patch of blue sky we will chase it,
I will tell you secrets and you will listen,
Sometimes we will just sit in the silence,
For you are always with me
Because you were my friend
And I miss you.