This tribute poem was written for a dear friend in Texas
The Magic of Billy
What's in a name, what's in a name?
We all have one but they're not all the same.
Some are pretentious, some down-right silly
Nothing compares to the Magic of Billy.
A father, a son, a friend and a tease,
The magic of Billy, a welcoming breeze.
A brother to a sister, a sudden surprise,
The magical Billy with a smile in his eyes.
A tiptoeing deer wandered past in surprise,
As the hunter awoke with sleep in his eyes,
No time to take aim, the deer was in luck
As Billy threw his gun at the tiptoeing buck.
Just because someone is no longer here,
Doesn’t mean they’re gone from those they hold dear
A smell, a quiet laugh, a shadow on a wall,
A whispered message, an invisible teardrop fall.
An empty chair doesn’t mean no-one is sitting
A space at a table is a tribute so fitting.
Silent rooms don’t have to be quiet.
Listen out you might hear, just try it.
We can’t see with our eyes; Billy the man
Through his love of his family we easily can.
His magic personality shines as bright as ever
A father, a son, a brother and a lover forever.
We hear the laughter still, the music he made,
Sounds of Billy that will never fade.
Look around you, listen, tilt your head to one side,
Billy the magician, a man that never really died.