Song for Stephen

But where is God?
Where is Heaven?
Where is Hell?
Where is the spirit?
the bringer of life?
Where is the question?
the feeling?
the hurt?
the joy?
the being?
and knowing?
Where is the poetry?

If it’s all fucking maths
and dark and light matter
why do I feel this way?
Why do I miss you?
Why do I care?
If it’s all hydrogen
nitrogen and mass
where is loss?
the strings that I pluck?
How am I me?
and you you?
How can it fit on a blackboard?
How do I know that there’s more to this?