The next morning, bright piano chords swelled from the kitchen cupboard. Angelo’s voice echoed inside the cardboard cereal box:

Oh Rosaline,
Love of mine

Loving you and losing you
My sweet, good wife
Has taught me many things
Mainly: Life is life.

Life is sugar cereal
Soggy and sweet
It isn’t quite perfect
But still we sit and eat

Life is life
On that we can rely
Life is life!
From hello till good-bye.

Life is a Van Gogh painting
Shadow and sun
Madness and gladness
All spun into one

Life is not flawless
But loving you for a time
Was worth the hurt, it really was
My sweet, bright Rosaline

Life is life
From August through July
Life is life
From question till reply
Life is life
From hello till good-bye.
Yes, hello till good-bye.

When the music ended, I knocked on the door. Angelo opened it and stood on the threshold, catching his breath. “You finished Rosaline’s song,” I said. “It's beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Angelo blushed gold. “It finally feels right.”

“Want some cereal?” I asked.

Angelo drummed on his stomach. “Yes. I’m starving.”