In the quiet shadows where whispers fade,Echoes of his voice linger in the night,The vibrant words he once gently laid,Now dance in the soft, dimming light.The raging fire of his youthful dream,Burned bright against the dying of the day,A symphony of thoughts in a flowing stream,Guiding lost souls along their way.Yet time, relentless, steals the breath away,Leaving only whispers on the breeze,And in the stillness where memories sway,His spirit finds a sweet, eternal ease.So let us not mourn the silence that falls,But celebrate the words that never cease,For in every heart his legacy calls,A timeless echo of beauty and peace.