The cats of memory are never truly gone.
For each one has a place where always they live on.
And each one's special style — a move, a look, a meow —
Gives each of them a place, and they are with me now.
The cats of memory each had a special role,
I learned to understand the shape of each one's soul.
The habits that they had, annoying, strange, or sweet,
Set each of them apart, made each of them complete.
The cats of memory all had a bitter cost.
The world seemed at an end with each time one was lost.
I knew it from the start that there would be an end,
That after many years I'd have to lose a friend.
There is no rainbow bridge. Don't tell me such a tale.
And yet they still remain, beyond the shadow vale.
Though many years have passed, they always are with me.
They live while I recall the cats of memory.
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024