ELEVEN YEARS IN HEAVEN
"LUKE"
LUCAS CHRISTOPHER ROSS
21 years old
October 31, 1979 - April 3, 2001
Acute Bronchopneumonia
Luke went to Heaven
April 3, 2001

WHERE THE MUSIC NEVER DIES
~ by Christine
The music faded away that day.
Death came and life was denied.
The melody left me all alone.
It seemed that the music had died.
All the notes were out of tune.
The song didn't harmonize.
All the music had turned to gray
Right before my very eyes.
I tried to hum, I tried to sing
But I could only scream the refrain
Because each chorus reminded me...
Of death, and loss, and pain.
One night I dreamed of Heaven
And I heard a soft lullaby.
Then, I heard a symphony
And the music was alive.
I began to hum the melody
As the angels sang along.
Then, I heard a serenade.
An echo of yesterdsy's song.
Notes were falling from the sky
In a concert of colorful tones.
The music was no longer faded
And I was no longer alone.
So I'll listen to the music
And see the color it provides
Until I dance towards the light
Where the music never dies.
© 2012 - Christine Ross
~ In memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

Luke's first guitar

THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT DOOR
~ by Christine
There is a room in our home that is empty now.
I go in this room and pause awhile and wonder how.
How can it be his clothes no longer lay on the floor.
And now, no one is waiting on the other side of that door.
It's Luke's room, where now all that is left is the memory of him.
Within these walls we talked and laughed, and talked and laughed again.
Sometimes there were words of anger, and sometimes there were tears.
But there was also lots of love and happiness, all throughout the years.
I stand quietly and remember waking him at the start of his day.
Sometimes I would sit and listen to his beautiful music when he'd play.
I could not believe the talent that flowed from his fingertips.
In this room I cared for him and helped him when he was sick.
In this very room I looked into his eyes while we talked.
He once cried on my shoulder and told me his deepest thoughts.
One morning he told me of a very bad dream that woke him from his sleep.
There are so many memories from this room that I will forever keep.
Five years we dwelt in this place we called our home.
Luke would come back again and again, no matter where he'd roam.
There was a time when his room was full of guitars, a piano, and such.
Now it is so empty and I miss him so very much.
His closet was once filled with his clothes and all his special things.
Now nothing is left in this closet, only the memories that it brings.
His bed is gone and nothing but emptiness fills this lonely room.
I see the very spot where he died alone, and left us way too soon.
Someday this room will surely belong to someone else's son.
The road I have to travel to see Luke again, has only just begun.
This house is but an empty shell, which echoes of time that has slipped
away.
And in his room I hear the lost and lonely whispers of our yesterday.
So now I stand here at his door and say my last goodbye,
To this place, and this room, where my only son had to die.
My life has changed and our time in this place will be no more.
But, I will wait until I can see him again, on the other side of that door.
© 2001 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

"Not only did Luke play music...but music played his soul."
~ Christine Ross (Luke's Mom)

THE MUSIC
~ by Robin
He felt confused on this crazy earth
With all the things he saw.
He was hoping for an answer to come and find him.
Not knowing what to say or do
And looking for answers from me & you.
Then He heard music in the distance, far behind him.
Luke said I've heard that tune long ago
Although I don't remember where.
Was it in some distant place I know
Or did I hear it in the air?
Was it written in the morning sky?
I think I heard it just before I died,
But the sweetness of the sound, is always there.
He said there's magic in that melody
There's magic in that place.
There's magic in the angel's voice
And the way they dance with grace.
Spirits smilin' everywhere.
Joy & laughter beyond compare.
LUKE knew that it was time to leave this place.
Now LUKE's gone, the cabin's bare.
His old piano's gone somewhere.
LUKE's hat's left, just hanging on the rack.
An empty chair, the wooden floor
That feels the touch of LUKE's feet no more.
Us wishing that our LUKE could come back.
And the guitar leans against LUKE's case
Where all his things have found their place.
The strings are broke and the tune is gone.
The piano's left and makes no song.
But sometimes on an April night
When the wind blows warm and the air is right
I can hear LUKE's music, a hello all night long.
© 2005 - Robin Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

"Luke, I remember when you sang in a progrm at Scottsdale Community college. I felt so proud of you and the very special young man you had become. I also remember when you had your band and you would practice, and you would tell us about playing your guitar with your friends. You were so happy sharing your musical talent. You were so happy when you shared yourself to help others, always quick to give and to forgive. Luke, you taught me so much and are still teaching me. I love and miss you so much Luke. THANK YOU!"
~ Robin Ross (Luke's Dad)

SILENT MUSIC
~ by Christine
Somewhere... a guitar waits for your fingertips,
To free the un-strummed notes within its strings,
Somewhere... a microphone waits for your sweet voice,
To echo muted words from within, as you sing.
Somewhere... a piano waits for your graceful hands,
To release the trapped melody within its keys,
Somewhere... alone I wait for your silent music,
To mend my broken heart from within, on my knees.
© 2003 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

"Luke and I used to stand outside of coffee shops with his guitar case opened, while he played and I sang. We never got any tips because of my singing."
~ Emily Ross (Luke's sister)
|
|
| |