When I can Sing No More
When I am weary, worn beyond all reckoning,
My breath is gone and voice has ceased to sound,
The darkness draws me in, its silence beckoning
And luring me to lie down on the ground–
To fall asleep; perhaps to melt there into death,
Because I can no longer coax my throat
To speak of joy, or yet to longer draw a breath,
To sing a song as long as one fine note–
Beloved Friend, how sweet if you will stand for me
And draw the air that lifts the lark to wing
Its way across the sky–if you will kindly be
My voice, and raise your own aloft and sing–
For in my silent darkness I shall never die
Long as your voice goes on and in your song I lie.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Like most of us, I’ve lost a few friends far too early in their lives and today’s verse has special meaning for me. It’s not enough to remember them. One needs to live Life to its fullest, as surely they would do if given the chance.
Bless you, John, it’s true. And I thank you for sharing your life and kindness here in cyberspace with me, with all of us who so appreciate your work and your words.
Musical words of remembrance…
I can think of nothing better with/by which to be remembered than in music.