"Morning Mourning Ode"
Dear Karen, it doesn't seem that long
Since you last sang your final song
But it warms me knowing you're among
The best who rest in Heaven;
I feel for all my fans and friends
Who mourn such bitter-sweetly ends
And to you my heart extends
A smile to slowly leaven;
Into fondest, gayest memories of you
Of all the magic you could do
How each time that I hear you new
The spirit starts to soar!
How all you've done for us on Earth
From London, Holland, America, Perth
'Tis better to recall your birth --
History's golden door!
For all my life I'll ne'er forget
The music, the beauty that you beget
And 'though we shall on this day fret
Your legacy lies with us dear;
And as our thoughts and feelings show
That we thought that you'd never go
I wanted here to show we know
In some ways you're with us here;
'Tis sadness too, for your dear brother
You never did become a mother
But darling, you were like no other
No other singer known;
No other sweet or purest voice,
The sadness of you hopeless choice
But we can still with love rejoice
And how you fans have grown!
Sleep softly sister, lead and drums!
And as each new bright day comes
And with each tune that someone hums
We think of you with love;
Stay with us, for you were ours
You, that awesome gal with powers
She who showers, still empowers
Us -- to you above.
Live long and prosper, Karen,
Without you we are barren...
Frederic Kahler
"carpentersgang"
Las Vegas, USA
4 Feb 08