Quite a few people have already died. Former friends, teachers, colleagues, family members. But I never know how much it’s going to affect me. When I heard my primary school teacher had died, I was overcome by a grief more powerful than I had thought possible.

What is lightest you cut out first,
what is darkest remains till the end.
All the other shades you gush out from light to dark,
with gouges of different sizes.

My family disintegrated
with Beethoven in the background.
We had Mozart in the morning,
but in the twilight we could hear it coming: