For whom the bell tolls,
For whom crows gather,
For whom the sound of life plays,
Over their eternal silence. 

The fragments they have left behind,
Float directionless waiting to be caught,
To spring up their presence to our mind,
And give smiles to our fraught.

Yes their motion picture has finished,
With an ending open,
But their memory will never fully diminish,
No their soundtrack will remain spoken. 

The bells ring, the crows sing,
But the loudest sound of all,
Is their echoes that resonate through all barriers.
Their sound of life.