The Musician For dear Steve, with no apologies to Tennyson (The Eagle) He sweeps the strings with long lean hands Sings songs from near and far-off lands And in a ring of notes he stands That patchwork land around him lays He listens in musicians’ ways And like a thunderclap he plays Fine friend and fellow music-maker – singer, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, up for a song right to the end. We’ll all miss you.