For you who’ve met me by the road and travelled ‘long beside me. I ponder now and walk with you, in mind and kindred timing. So you’ve heard me talk awhile, beheld my eyes and hands. Will you soon remember me; a monument to stand. Listen on the winds, in rain a voice carries down throughout. Taken on a silent stream, we can only sing one route. Solitude will travel on to take me in its fold. Humble burden on my back we’ll meet again I’m told.

Morgan James StrÜb
September 25, 1973- March 28, 2010











