The weather seems good, My brother puts on a hood, Taking one letter out of cry, Asking him the reason why. His smile like a sunshine, Lighting up the darkest shrine, His eyes like a jewel, Wondering why people are cruel. He fought endlessly, Then smile brightly, Left treasures behind, Pinned the memories rewind. Spring was his favorite, Winter when his life gets hard, He sang the loveliest word, Now the flashbacks break my heart. -ms.whitehorse This poem dedicates to that person who loved music more than anyone else, who was a brilliant poet, who sang sweeter than any birds.