Kelly Boesch - Heavy Old Moon

You couldn't see the dimming before it reached the end.
But stand there quiet enough and hear what still remains: the warmth he left behind him moving through your days.
So carry his loose ending still in your chest,
Honor the promise he left for the rest.
The world's still short on people who shine,
Even when the author has finished his line.
Oh, the heavy old moon won't give up its beat.