The priest referred to him as the ‘Mirror Music Man.’

‘A talented person, who took popular songs, reversed a few notes and created new, unforgettable melodies.’

He held up a phone and pressed play.

‘This was his last masterpiece – David had taken The Beatles ‘Yesterday’, flipped a couple of chords and renamed it ‘Tomorrow.’  He was a true genius.’

The music danced quietly around the graveside, oblivious of the somber mood of its audience.

We watched in silence, as the coffin was carefully lowered and, as his final work faded away, I began to wonder at what point he started to decompose.


Originally published: 101 Words