Restored, defaced, restored again,
A mural so abstract,
Immortalized by a man,
Thus still remains intact.
Did everything mean nothing to him?
The swirling staff should note,
A songbird’s tune, his scars within,
Resound in all he wrote.
By death a legend in the making,
Two chest stabs as they say,
And tragically his life was taken,
A decade ago today.