My tears fall up like coloured balloons to the now of wherever you may be

in memory of my friend Chris who so suddenly passed away 

ahhhh

Chris

you

and that blue drill
and that red ball

in the mountains
bringing this all together an idea
genius constellation

a truly divine mechanic

the body poetic

your voice sings slowly tripping on melody the idea so human
a beating heart the impetus

I will look through the notes I made and some you sketched that last time I saw you in my studio

I treasure
warehouse circus memories
your heartfelt presence
voice
and laugh!


all that I was blessed to experience of your life

which became all too short

my tears fall up like coloured balloons to the now of wherever you may be