How we remember
Carpenters and Sinatra at the crack of dawn, The tinkling of your tea stirring, in the early morn, Your favorite radio station and the clink, clink, clink, You live on in the music of our everyday things. Flat screens like wallpaper, subwoofers that bring down the roof, Our voice of protest in vain, there's no stealing his groove, He lived by his terms, king size, no compromise, 16 million colors in full HD, that's what we remember you by. No puzzle too hard to crack, that math and logic could screen, Modern progressions free from your fingertips, to any tune I could dream, I am but one of a thousand minds you enriched through the years, You live on in the seeds of knowledge blooming in gardens across the world. Is there a family left, who have not seen this yet, Our dearest's once dancing, broken to their final breath, How we wish to un-see the pain, we can never forget, But, that is not what we...
