The winds have slowed the earth, every ocean receded, and light has been choked out from our sky. Clouds thunderously begin to collide. It feels as though we are alone without you, despite walking into each other, aimlessly wondering in blinding shock. Hollowed husks, we march to a gray dusk, wishing you would come back sweetly.

Your pain has taken you away, and we had what ailed you, but we were silent. Death called your name, and you answered. We called for you, and it was too late. I'm sorry. We're sorry. Love may never bring you back home. But know that you were loved, quite so, more than you could ever imagine.

The light that is your voice has showed us the way when there was only darkness in our hearts. When our lives became painful—almost too painful to bear—you were a shoulder for us to cry on. At the click of a button you were always there for us. You saved us from our own wrongful resolutions, but we didn't save you.

Although, there was life in your words, the seeds you planted for us to find. This world will never be the same without you. Hear our song, the one with tears strumming the cords of a broken guitar, a breathless voice into a hanging mic, and a single seat in the audience…for you.

Yet again you have given us a second chance. One that came at a cost, but it will not go thankless. A break in the storm has settled the ground. And love has brilliance once more, through the nightfall.

You have shown the world the light one more time.