Not all are blessed with gifts of rhythm and love
Of sweet music, that showers above
Sends sweet melodies, joy and love
We knew you through that
In your truest form
Born with bright ideas
And ears that heard
the sweetest song
From Beatle to bird.
And so trembled forth what seemed like only dark days
Hopeful in that the clouds would pass and skies clear
Near now more than ever
in a connection of heart
and musical soul
Can no longer reach out and touch
But in ourselves can know
That never forgotten, lost or laid aside
For we all gained a new part of you,
The day you died.