With eyes like living marble you saw the universe could be strange and terrible
But with soft hands, you fed it beauty.
You caressed the troubles of strangers and looked lovingly into worried eyes--
Your clear sunshine was always a reassurance.

Your doings are the springtime
Breathing life into everything
Friendly and full, giving and giving
And even though you might think they don't amount to much, they are everything.

I see your work in the eyes of children
Because you weave music into their minds
You give people something to believe in
And me, even if we're not close
You remind me of why it's so good to be human.