April’s jest I suspected Alas I stand corrected. My heart torn asunder A sempiternal slumber you enter So sudden you the heavens beckon. Were you aware of imminent disaster? Or was it your act of salvation? “I hope the Gazette will last forever” Forever your last words will I remember. Life is finite yet eternal is the soul Your presence lingers still Like your once sonorous strums. Do descend eden now and again To hark the hymns of kindred spirits As here perpetual your throne resides. Tomorrow you’ll surely come home right?