THE WORLD IS NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU
You made flowers bloom,
and planted eyes on stones
so they could see,
and drank water only from wells
that you would share.
You made everyone an artist
with your 10 perfect fingers.
You shunned the Hoi Polloi
and brought the razzle dazzle
of Art nouveau and the Avant-Garde
to every ordinary pair of hands.
Your presence, an opiate better than drugs.
We all shed giant tears and want you back
as soon as possible from facing eternity
I’ll bring you a bouquet of red carnations,
and my enduring love that knows no boundaries.