Milla loved to hear her Dad play guitar and sing for her.... A momentary look of confusion as I hit the strings and a chords rang out...then her face creased into laughter and a beaming smile spread wide. I miss playing for her. Every time I play

A memory joins the melody

Delight on your face

Gentle laughter as I strum, pluck and sing

Be sure of this

Each time I play, I play for you

Every time I play

A minor chord strikes me

Doubting whether to play again

Grasping for moments now passed

But no, play on, I must

Each time I play, I play for you

Every time I play

A new image appears

Dancing in memory

Greeting your smile with music

Blending past and present

Each time I play, I play for you