He came to provide us a glimpse
Of what it means to go beyond;
Was he cause, or mere instrument,
Giving tongue to his Master's voice?
The singer gives birth to the song,
Every time he sings, a new life;
Into mere words he breathes a soul,
A glimpse of somewhere, something beyond.
A genius is a soul immortal,
Who happens to be passing by,
Giving us a peep into our past,
And the potential the future has.
We are bound in our space and time,
Limited by what we can see;
A genius taps into that fount,
beyond time, space, and causality.
A comet that blazed in glory,
In its passage through the heavens;
He continues on his journey,
We just happened to get a glimpse.