The oboe’s sibilant sound slowly rose,
Rose through the depths of the orchestra.
Its sound changed as it morphed into a clarinet,
The beauty of the notes rising into the ether,
Bringing beauty into my world once again.
Music from the man who caresses me,
Caresses me with the wonder of his world.
The sound goes on,
Changing constantly,
As the mind of this wonderful man
Beautified the world with music.
Lost to us early in his life
Yet his music will go on,
Echoing through my life,
And through all life,
Until we meet in eternity.