… died suddenly over the Christmas period.

I had not realised until today.

I so love his work, and will return to it in more detail at a later stage.

I quoted from his poem Life in my last blog.

Now, I leave you with more of his words, from Nocturne:

‘Time for sleep. Time for a nightcap of grave music,

a dark nocturne, a late quartet, a parting song,

bequeathed by the great dead in perpetuity.’