Four muted trumpet notes, the sound of darkness. Out of shadows come the booted feet, the banners and the drum driving them to the graveʼs edge. Black clad choirboys give a voice to pain. Torchlight can touch a cheek, trace fear and pity in a public face, but echoes fade to silence, and the night takes mourners and the mourned in its embrace.
2 thoughts on “Funeral Music”
a striking image: aural and visual —