Please no more falling pictures.

Please no more falling pictures.

You were of value

More than your fate

Salting the earth

With stolen tears

Paintings are receptacles

Each one holding

A piece of your soul

In pastel perpetuity

Memories

Will be carried

Throughout eternity

Nothing is wasted

There is love

In every flick of the brush

An exclamation

In each surprise

As the mood

Becomes a flow

Of indigo

Nothing remains

But something

Of substance

Exists in the story

Every picture tells.