Always had a soundtrack playing through my life.Literally. In my head, music seeps through into my every day, lyrics enter my language as a shorthand. Every moment, since the age of six, I knew music. I could sing every Beatles track word for word, in my teens, Slade, David Bowie, Roxy Music, Bonzo Dog Doodah Band, whoever, wherever, whatever, my brain sucked up music… It was always on my mind. Marie shared the music, 40 years we shared the music. NOW The music is dead. It died with her. I just can’t listen to vast amounts of music now. All my favourite songs are inextricably linked to her, so they all make me cry. Not just cry in the way good music makes you feel the emotions… But heart-ripping , soul screaming sobbing that leaves you wandering how life can continue… So I don’t listen any more. The music has died.