With a singing voice he flied <br />In his passion and commitment <br />Every peaceful hope he tried <br />With his heart in its fulfillment <br />Song like love coming thoroughly <br />Every time in deep reflections <br />When art admirations is truly <br />In every its made selections <br /> <br />Skylark voices to hours bring <br />Filling every dream of state <br />When a voice of golden did sing <br />To give us love and never hate <br />How each tone is in its unison <br />With the harmonies he has tried <br />Bringing music to its on and on <br />Till the last tone in air had died <br /> <br />'O mio babbino caro, ' <br />Oh make each song become free <br />Like breezes in trees go <br />Forever through and lastingly <br />For every ear that listens <br />For beauty to come and live <br />Through moments and glistens <br />That tone of music can give <br /> <br />Every moment in celebrating <br />Victories in voice beat achieving <br />Never to the world outdating <br />Feelings and passions in relieving <br />Somewhere his voice is still singing <br />Giving care for each life loss <br />A heart of love in voice bringing <br />With hope for all to come across <br /> <br />'O mio babbino caro, ' <br />Oh make each song become free <br />Like breezes in trees go <br />Forever through and lastingly<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pavarotti/
