I catch echoes from a forgotten muse
the gentle whisper from a world left behind
A memory of a man whose shoulders became platforms
whose fusion of mischief and wisdom became my model
whose actions defined the word "legacy" for me
but it's only a muttering
and like any good sandcastle, time and tides has returned it to dust

Wit and charm are no defense against the freak accidents of life
unconditional joy can't wake you up from a coma
When a giant falls, the ground shakes
Those nearby cannot help but stand with mouths agape
Bridges intertwining souls
Are washed out by an end to life
To forget him would be to forget myself