Through seconds melting into formless years
I fear your face and voice will ebb away
Like half seen dreams that end in tears
Images gone like light at hush of day.
I will force times hand, your name never say
Vanquish grief, turn your picture to the wall
Let your musical tones no longer play
Have them fade away, be gone by fall.
Yet when the choir you created sings
I’ll hear your voice ring out both loud and clear
When I turn, a simple glance, I’ll see things
Everywhere infused with that I hold dear.
So, nestled deep inside you're wondrous chair
It’d be easier to forget there’s air.
--Richard G., Adult