dedicated to all the artists lost to AIDS...and their loved ones, fans, and families.
Someone's missing from the chorus line
Someone's missing from the stage
There's a silence in the orchestra
Someone's gone from the ballet
Lovely hands and lovely visions
Full of life and full of grace
Some departed with a gift that cannot be erased.
Tell me, where have all the young men gone?
Men who hardly saw their prime?
Men who lit up performances
Seen for a final time
Too soon the heavy curtain fell
Interrupted the sublime
Death, are you so very jealous of their artful rhyme?
Gone, yes, but not forgotten
These tender artists of the wind.
Part of a world of magic
Not soon to come again.
Farewell, we shall remember
Our inspirations and our friends
Even though you're gone, your life, like art, will never end.