Tell Dally.

No one talked about Christy after the end.
She loved quietly but left orchestras in her wake.
The things she touched turned to silver plated in gold, never quite right is what they all said.
Never quite there.

Everyone talked about Dally, even after the end.
He was an orchestra, loud and hectic.
Things were broken before he even thought about touching them.
Too much.

Not enough, too much. Never the matter the end was always the same.