Grief:

music
you cannot turn down,

backdrop 
of daily performance,

its volume surging
now and then but

always there, mostly
unwelcome

except
when it aligns with 

a joyful or loving moment
recalled

and it becomes,
for a second,

a dance. 

One day, you will find that
without notice

it will shift from
mostly dirge

to occasional bebop to
a bright skirling

festival song
ringing far off

in a soft 
shadow out in

your outskirts,
a place you no longer fear

but seldom go.