we sat on
the sofa
a laugh and
a smoke
we stood in
the kitchen
and listened
to what
she was workin on
she was workin on
practicin her horn
she was workin on
the next piece
her lessons
her songs
her sound
it was in her bones
it was in her bones
it was in her bones
it was in her bones
her music
her laughter
her anger
her tone
her mischief
her cancer
her wonder
her own
she had to go home
she had to go home
she had to go home
she had to go home
to her father
so tender
her mother
so strong
she fought it
and fought it
it twisted
her arm
when finally
no remission
was given
permission
was given
to give in
to give in
to give in
and taken
with mercy
awaken
now Kristin
and straighten
your fingers
on your horn
and blow
on your horn and blow
on your horn and blow
on your horn and blow
on your horn and blow