Remember the hand

"If you read this letter, remember the hand that wrote it.
Do not remember the man behind the hand, for he is gone.
His soul is heard in this very writing as he looks over.
Remember the guitar strings, singing softly about his life, his journey, his pain.
Listen to the wind that tells you the tale of all that was and will become.
I boldly watch the coldly feelings of that we are.
I do not feel what we are.
You am I.
I am you.
Together in eternity.
Forgive my parents, for their tears.
Do not try to dry their tears, sing about them.
Whisper to me through the wind, the song, the soul.
For it is I.
The neverending.
A beginning with no end.
A beginning with no start.
For it is I.
The neverending."