Strings pulled so fine the melody so farmiliar its his temple he bled those rhythms I walked down that path Heard the faint calls of his orchestra born with the string Half of his soul was music Then last Came his favourite Mastered by his fingers He rolled it down "when we were young" by adele i knew it was a message as he angled down his music tool I allowed my tears to flow We both missed who we were When we were young.
This is a poem of a melody brought into the air by a soul held close so long. A melody that brings back all the memories, a true mastery of an orchestre known for a lifetime