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.