Cerebral hemmoraging the doctor said,
Creative overload you laughed,
Nothing getting you down,
I remember your laugh,
Like a distant sunny day.
It was an autumn afternoon I think,
The last time I heard you laugh,
When you found that missing piece,
For a mental jigsaw of your own creation,
And retreated in horror from the picture it painted.
I thank god it's all over now,
No more pain for any of us,
I only wish things could have been different,
You went quietly about four years later,
Bowing out without the slightest sound
And yet I have to say that even still,
I remember your laugh.