Your frame sometimes lean sometimes not,
Your presence at times languid, at times taut,
Sometimes you’re oh so far away,
And other times in our face,
With that Cheshire smile and knowing eyes.
You were born with a mouth to smile,
And a voice to ring,
Peeling all sides of the truth,
Dark, Light,… In Between.
Your magnificent hands,
Compressed the black hard coal of life,
You wore the diamond with
Serenity and grace,
Your fingers made Nature sing
Paint brush, pen or strings.
Now Nature has you back again,
I hear you in the blazing leaves,
Whispering in the wind.©