Song for Gaboo,
music man
1948-2014
You
were our first star
maestro
of Broglie Street
your
piano flourishes cascading down the evening -
and
all those escapades
all
those capsules of remembrances
turning
up childhood sidewalks;
the old
school room is still there, greening
near
the square belfry and same dilapidated cemetery;
wise
ghosts of our teachers
are
scouting the yard for you,
you, re-arranging
their overtures,
playing
down the tracks,
skanking
your own riddim;
Why
does news of your death surprise me music man,
surprise
me with my love for you
my
first star, my-mate,
Gabriel
Mondesir?
