March 20th, it's been a year

I'm remembering things

that i hold dear



your thirst for knowledge

your passion for words

the melody in your heart

and the song unheard.



a story for every single day of the year

a quote for each moment

candid, yet genuine

and always sincere



there was strength in your presence

in every venture you'd seek

the will of an ox

as if silence could speak



And the music you loved

puccini...pavoratti

we watched them comfort your being

as the smile left your body



you were one of a kind

your own work of art

now your passion unfettered

lives forever in my heart.