A Starry Night

Singing,
singing songs,
let your wisdom roam the day,

you set your heart in colours; grey
and walked the feelings that
were brought from ages old.
Sending shivers of thrills
across the waves of gentle hills

in minds that loved your skills

in shades of spirits - grand.
And here I am inside ovations' stand.

Compassion's beauty you let free
to roam the nods of - I agree.
Your voice gave us chills,
sent ripples down our spines,

a story set in rhymes.

Singing,
singing songs,
firing Heaven's feathered ways,

multicoloured swirls of tones flicker in
the generosity, you Don, gave Vincent,
even though he wasn't present
but inside the past's pain,

lost beyond despair's soft rain,
music fashioned from fingers; light
as breath unseen.
And here I am dancing inside ovations' theme.

Compassion's beauty you let free
to roam the nods of - I agree.
A story set in rhymes.

All loved the tremors in your voice,
we sat in songs that did rejoice

and flapped rhythms through strings singing,
singing songs,
life was performed in souls
while rivers wept from eyes; closed
perhaps to your tune others proposed
and sighed.
Audiences everywhere
with your words
they too, in mind composed.

Singing,
singing songs,
throats were swallowing pain,

for they felt emotions, the same
and fell
into the melodies you released
for one who's now deceased.

Subtle rings slipped into subtle dreams,

I wonder here, sat in moments; silent,
how you bared your soul
to give a passionate whisper.
And here I am dancing inside ovations' smile.

Compassion's beauty is worthwhile,

we roam the nods of - I agree.
we listened,
we heard your timeless call
and we still sigh out
into a starry night.