Sounds of a guitar
Sliding through the chords
Of my heart
The music is rock,
But it feels like
Free-flowing tenderness,
The gentleness of rain
As it drizzles through
The mellow pavement
Voices singing
Fiercely melodious
Of melodies untrained
Yet well contained
In a pool of unforgotten
Memories.....

You were the gentlest
Soul I have ever known
Straight as an arrow
In principles not wanting
Sometimes your stance
Was misunderstood
But you only bother
About what is good,

“A loving husband...
A doting father......”
Your epitaph may well
Be written with
These simple words....

I hear your whispers
Loud and clear
From the spiritual side
Of a non-physical world
I wish I could say more
But words could
Flow no more...
All I know is time stood by
When you breathed your
Last worldly sigh....

So here I am
Alone and awake
In the middle of the night
With  music in sight
An empty room and
Two electric fans
That could not quench
The stifling heat

Sounds of a guitar
In a well organized
Chaotic music that rocks
The loneliness within me

And then I realized....
I really, really miss your presence.....