Your music died so suddenly.
The sweet keys lingering, healing my ears
have sang their last goodbyes, the bleeding
it's own crescendo until I am swept away
by the silence.

Your art was once delicacy.
Filling my eyes with sweet blending colors,
then tainting sight as you brushed your last
stroke, a wave of black upon a now perpetual
colorless sea.

A poets play forever gone.
A story filling a heart's glass full
now ******* every last drop of life out of my system,
A rose once so sweet now my downfall as your voice, your face, your love
Forever dies.