The future will be different for all of us who knew and loved him, but no one more than his wife Ena. The one thing I know is that Om would want us all to be there for Ena. I envision some good long walks in our future. We will be there for her and help her hear the music again, because in the music she will find Om.
My eyes open and I hear the music
It plays as I watch my mother's eyes
I feel my heart beat in rhythm, rising and falling with the days.
When I found my true love my heart could not contain the beat
My feet moved in a dance with my beloved
As we spun and moved to the music around us.
But the day came when my heart stopped beating and
I wondered where the music had gone.
I closed my eyes and awoke to become
not a listener but a creator of the music I sought
And I danced the dance of angels.