You were the fingers
that strummed my strings
the fingers that played beautiful melodies
with my aid, and my aid only
in my heart these songs would proclaim glory as as wonderous of that of an ever living God
songs of comfort and eternal love...

Now, my sweet boy, you have gone and I hope it is not far
without a word and without an explanation you have left my humble abode
Now all that is left is the memory of you and your sweet, warm love.