Writing has become therapeutic for me. I've never shared any of what I've written, but now is as good a time as any. I hope you guys like this poem, but simply writing it has helped me overcome the wide range of emotions I have felt since hearing the news. Thought I'd share.....
As you fly away on the wings of a saxophone
I remember how your horn always seemed to bring me home
That soothing rhythm now blown on a clouded lawn
High, high above while we dance from dusk till dawn
Memories will always shine through covered eyes
And music left behind will soften lonely cries
They fill me up when I’m empty and dry
They bring me joy when so soon I question why
If I listen closely I can hear you play for me
That drifty wind so beautiful and free
It forever lives within many people’s ears
Gently fell asleep to twenty thousand cheers
So I wrote a letter, I told God about your band
I promised I’d be good if He’d take you by the hand
He said, “Of course” and His reason stuck with me
Now He gets to hear you play for eternity
The good die young and in many a case that may be
But if age was equal to this pain then I’d have to disagree
Just as your melody became a soundtrack to my years
That same jazzy breeze now brings me to tears
Where do we turn and where do we go
I think I’ll look in the only place that I know
Memories will shine through those covered eyes
And music left behind will soften lonely cries
Thank you, Roi, for your stationary stance
Close my eyes, hear your horn, and slip into a dance
I can only hope to hear you play another day
May you find eternal peace wherever that you lay
-Kevin