A dear friend lost his sister and I turned to Job 30:31

“Therefore my harp is turned to mourning,

And my flute to the sound of those who weep.

I penned this lament for him:

You have turned

My tuning pins

To mourning.

My breath comes

In gasps

Barely able

to lay my lips

To the mouthpiece.

The sound is low

It is comes in

Shallow rivulets

Washing my cheeks.

Flowing softly now

My eyes salted

With anguish.

They are caught

By you –

My bottle

Must have overflowed.

I wait

For you

To retune

My heart.