He looked ever peaceful
He looked ever youngAccepting his moment that soon would be doneHe wrote in a noteThat he passed to his wifeAs he felt him shedding the skin of this life
It said"There is a vastness that can't be containedOr described as a thought in the flesh of our brainIt's everything, everywhere, future and pastDissolving together in an eternal flash"
Worth no words to say that he loved her so muchHis hands seems to pass through whatever it touchedAnd the credits that rolled listed all of God's namesAs images floated away from their framesFrom their frames
-"Roger Ebert" by Clem Snider