In the quiet of your soul, you found the muse,
Through words that danced, you chose to fuse.
A life of thought, of depth, of heart,
Your legacy, a timeless art.

In letters penned with gentle grace,
You painted worlds, a vast embrace.
With every verse, a silent plea,
For understanding, to set us free.

The echoes of your voice still ring,
In every song, in every spring.
A poet’s soul, through time it flies,
With wisdom deep, and knowing eyes.

Oh Rilke, in your words we find,
A mirror to the human mind.
Your life, a journey through the night,
To guide us towards the morning light.