Stuart Masters, FRIEND

Our friendship sings of love

As Gwen’s voice has soared and swooped

Over German opera houses and Hainault halls

The children part

A Red Sea of youth embraces corridor walls

As our friend hears a bell

And rushes to the door

Outside is the lunchtime sky

For a short while there are no bells

No lesson plans

Just friendship

Which she loves like Mozart

Benjamin Britten, Richard Strauss

And green, too, she loves

The colour of her voice which

Like her friendship

Always takes us to another place