music i heard with you                                          

music i heard with you was more than music              

and bread i broke with you was more than bread                       

now that i'm without you,all is desolate                                         

all that was once  so beautiful is dead                                           

your hands once touched this table and this silver                            

and i have seen ur fingers hold this glass                                      

this things don't remember you,beloved                                        

and yet ur touch upon them will not pass                                      

for it was in my heart you're among them                                      

and blessed them with ur hands & with ur eyes                               

and in my heart they will remember always                                     

they knew you once.o beautiful & wise        

'Conrad potter Aiken'