He told me I had a beautiful voice even helped me develop it. Guided me in the direction and encouraged me to be more confident. He was the only one who could reach deep down within my dark place and find that light. He pulled out of me passion. Passion to live create and develop. He was more than a muse more than a mentor. He became my purpose. I strove to be all that he said I was capable of being. For I longed to look into his eyes and see the pride. In his eyes I saw my forever. So I honed my craft, put my all into it so I could show him how much I had grown. But when I went forth to share he was no loger around. And he took with him my heart, passion, fire, drive. I long everyday for the moment to share, to show, to give. That day will never come and so my quest has not been fulfilled. And in that I find a deep emptiness.