Pavarotti's singing will always live on.
Beloved Maestro Pavarotti, had I met you I would have told you this
Your voice was the purest nectar and most divine of bliss
Vesti la Giubba on cassette we would love to play
Resounding down the corridor at the end of our workday
Away from our bodies along your melody, yes away our stress would float
Like a fine wine, an acquired taste for your arias may I note
There's something I had always wanted to tell you, ever too late I fear
But even in the heavenly realms, this might be soothing to your heart and ear
But now from the poetic heart, how can we say that we truly know
The mysterious mechanisms from which these vibrations flow
Oh once I started I had nothing to loose
Your joyous memories have in standing ovation floated my muse
On the way to Luca in 2001, a train rides throw to
Fantasy took flight, G-d only knows
I wanted to share how a fan of yours dearly loved you, she left her life behind in 1994
When she heard your voice, even at 83 she craved to hear more
Her eyes glowed, her face radiated with vigor and vim
She would always say, what a wonderful voice, I really love him
It didn't require a live performance, just an audio tape
How your voice could reach her heart , such a lovely escape
This lovely old lady, felt like a young girl again, when she was your devoted fan
She has waited over a decade, perhaps now you'll both meet in Gan Eden
Perhaps the Lord grew impatient despite your girth and Golden age
Along with his angels, He must have wanted your command performance on his heavenly stage
Heavenly angels no longer have to hover and listen from far away and above
Now they can hear directly the maestro they dearly love
Since you’re up there, in case you always wanted to sing Hava Nagila or By Mir Bist Du Shane
You shouldn’t have any problem or need to explain
I forgot, oh my gosh
You can feel right at home now, feel free to help yourself to some strudel, luction kugel, a knish, a corned beef sandwich, kishke, gefilte fish, latkes or your favorite nosh.
Perhaps the power of this transcendent rhyme
Can reach out to your soul through space and time
But lest we forget
There’s always the matter of bandwidth and wi-fi access to the Internet
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