This today because sometimes life is harsh. But despite its harshness it's beautiful too as, inexorably, it goes on. Dancing, prancing madly onwards like the slightly sinister Waltz 2 from Jazz Suite by Shostakovich. For me this music evokes waltzing marionettes - or the dancing mechanical doll from The Tales of Hoffmann - or even the twelve enthralled dancing princesses unable to stop.
In life new dancers join, others retire; sometimes with grace, sometimes flung madly out on their tangled strings. One thing for sure, until our music stops we must keep dancing. So in this glorious season as we smile at familiar spring flowers breathing gentle sweet renewal, and even before the warmth of the sun chills on our faces, we feel immediate nostalgia for our loss.