Music, when soft voices die
a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory,
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
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Missing you, Michael. Sending love and light to beautiful Miss Tiger today, you arent alone in your sadness and your dad's fans love you. *hugs*
..thank you to Mario, Jaqui and Ian for maintaining this lovely place for all the fans to come and share the loss of michael - and of course honoring Kell's memory in doing so. xox love you guys!
a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory,
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
...................
Missing you, Michael. Sending love and light to beautiful Miss Tiger today, you arent alone in your sadness and your dad's fans love you. *hugs*
..thank you to Mario, Jaqui and Ian for maintaining this lovely place for all the fans to come and share the loss of michael - and of course honoring Kell's memory in doing so. xox love you guys!