Goodbye

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephones
Stop the dog from barking with a juicy bone
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum....
...Bring out the coffin
...Let the mourners come
Let the aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message
...He is dead
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves
He was my North, my South, my East and West
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I thought that love would last forever
...I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now
...Put out everyone
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
For nothing now can ever come to any good

Goodbye Noen and may you rest in peace...