Memorial tribute to Ayyub Malik
Parry Rooms, Royal College of Music, London
How do I pronounce your name?
You never told me how.
How will you hear me now?
Six years ago we met
At a private viewing in Ealing
In a beautiful space, much like this
People from all works of life
Admiring the works of the artist
Who might have been among us.
You became the rock in my turbulent world
I was that damsel in distress who called on you for help.
You, who teased me for my eccentric ways
You, who challenged my conservative views
You, who showed me the road not taken.
The conversations I will never have again
The pleasure of your company I will miss
The comfort of a friendship so dear
Who can take your place?
Who dare speak your mind?
My music is my good-bye.
10 September 2008
Ayyub Malik: architect, ceramicist, writer, a Bon Journal entry,