You’ve gone, and are by all us missed—
For there was never any voice
But yours that was like angels’: sweet
Enough to make us all rejoice.
We loved you in the shortened time
That flitted by on swallow’s wing,
Delighting when we had the chance
To see your face and hear you sing.
Because we knew your time was short,
We came to love you even more.
So many did not hear your songs,
Yet never knew how poor they were.
We, who have heard the angel’s voice
And know that it will sing once more,
We, who have hopes for times not here,
When we will see those gone before,
We, who will hear you sing again,
We are most fortunate of men.
Author notes
This poem is dedicated to Grégory Lemarchal, a French singer who died of cystic fibrosis in April 2007 at the age of twenty-three. He affected the lives of many, and he will be forever in our hearts.
Cette poème est en mémoire de Grégory Lemarchal, un chanteur français qui est mort du mucoviscidose en Avril 2007 à l’âge de vingt-trois ans. Il touchait les vies des plusieurs personnes, et il restera toujours dans nos coeurs.
R.E.P. Grégory. (13/5/1983-30/4/2007)
The French title means "He, who had the voice of an angel."
Comments
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I have never heard of Grégory Lemarchal but that is just tragic... way too young to die. This was really beautiful and something I think he would be honored to have inspired,
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What a beutiful dedication this poem is. It brought tears to my eyes it was so lovely.
~Amanda~
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