With a smile full of sunshine, your gentle voice with passionate resonance spoke of love and trust.
Facing whatever snakes that slithered around your boots.
As their shadows danced within your candlelight.
But you outshined the lime and spot lights.
Mesmerizing the chorus and audience that held your presence within our applause.
So lonely you must have felt, even though you were loved.
The bites of the snake that bit you were felt by others, after you scene diminished.
The healing that went uncompleted or your healing was finished.
We just know that our stage grew smaller, but your memory is held within our hand bills.
We cried and held each other as the curtain began to fall, when you took your bow at the end of your performance.
We watched as the marquee was changed.
But the show must go on.
Our show must go on.
You always encouraged others to do so.
Even if your exit was abrupt.
We will search for you within the wings.
But you will be watching us, from the best seat in the house.
Until the next curtain call is made.
We bid you adieu, sweet candlestick man.
Adieu, adieu, adieu.