Muting of the Music Man

(This is a poem a wrote a few years back in memory of a friend who took his own life.  It wasn’t written at the best of times, but I’m resistant to edit it.  Figured I’d post it since it keeps catching my eye in my poetry folder.)


I sit here staring

Seeing you logged on


You will remain forever silent

It is only a machine

Never switched to off


I wish we had more time

Even a single night

Like our olden times

Of greasy pizza

And foamy beer

Before midnight tolled me home


I never thought

That you would go

We always had the time

For you to meet my son

Who will only know of you

From the stories that I tell


I wish I knew

The how and why

That took you from us all

Creating a void

Where music once played

With your perfect techno beat

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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4 Responses to Muting of the Music Man

    • slepsnor says:

      Yeah. It’s funny, but this guy is still logged into AIM and whoever is maintaining his Facebook page causes it to ‘ping’ his location from time to time. So, it sort of feels like he’s still around at times.


  1. Leisa says:

    I’m sure he is, beautiful words Charles


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