Newport Beach, CA, USA
I do not weep, although my loss
Seems more than I can bear.
How can I listen to the drums
When Alex isn't there?
His magic fingers on the skins
Were tender from the start;
Each loving beat revealed to me
The music in his heart.
It was the music, and his smile
That set my heart at ease;
How could I help but love the man
Who tried so hard to please?
His childish antics on the stage
An innocence betrayed.
For all his life's experience
He showed us, when he played,
He carried still a child within,
One who was quick to care.
His heart was like a child's heart,
Brimming with love to share.
He shared that love with everyone
Who let him draw them in
With his caring, quick acceptance
And his sweet infectuous grin.
I know that I have gained because
He shared that love with me.
He found his way into my heart
And became my family.
I'll miss him more than words can say.
I loved how he would sing
Just for me if I asked him to -
There wasn't anything
That touched my heart the way he did
Whenever he would say,
"be careful, baby, I love you,"
In his gentle quiet way.
I'll try remembering his eyes,
The way he loved his drums;
The way he sang his favorite song,
Whenever sorrow comes.
I will not stand at his grave and weep,
That never was his style.
Instead I'll choose to walk away
Remembering his smile.
[This message has been edited by Beki (edited 02-29-2000).]