I touch the piano

And feel you are there,

A brave little smile on your face.

Your words and your music

Inhabit the air;

I sigh at their elegant grace.

 

Not everyone knew

You were funny and wise.

You often had nothing to say,

But the lost and the crazy

Could look in your eyes,

And know you would not turn away.

 

The mockingbird

You sometimes heard

Beyond your windowpane,

Told you all your sleepless nights

Were not in vain.

 

Your music and words

Fairly dance in the air-

Bring voice to the longing of spring.

A spirit in flower,

Exquisite and rare,

Is truly a glorious thing.

 

The golden broom

That glowed in bloom

Beside your kitchen door,

Brought you so much joy

Your heart could hold no more,

No more.

 

I gaze at the stars

And imagine you there,

More patient, more gracious than I,

A spirit in flower,

Exquisite and rare,

Too beautiful ever to die,

A spirit in flower,

Exquisite and rare,

Who climbed all the way to the sky.