Lou

Your sound is gone now…
so far away.
The look will be different,
eyes will not see.
Sadness will prevail.
Why, will always be the question.
Was it the life, or maybe the others?
To know would be comforting,
maybe not.
Your sound will be missed.
Never to be the same again.
Life will go on, a place will be empty.
No sound will come,
no beauty to see.
All that’s left now, is not what once was.