My bedroom is getting crowded

the beat goes on and on and on and…..

every night before I go to sleep
I invite all of my beloveds who have died to join me around my bed to sing with me

when I was younger 
  the attendance was sparse 

it was like a barbershop quartet 
of a few deceased loved ones and me 

squeaking out a few
sweet improvised tunes
about the miracles of
this life and afterlife 

In the echo chamber of
my…