He came. He went, a meteor,

Tall, spare, idiosyncratic,

Beyond the scope of ordinary men.

He came. He proved the impossible possible.

He did so without words,

His only companion, a french horn.

He came. He took off his shoe,

He picked up the ball, he threw it. 

He came, and now he is gone.

He came. It is April, the game is on.

Let us remember the man.

The likes of him pass but once.