Upon Hearing Of Robin Williams' Death Poem by Roy Blokker

The disquieting quiet,
Electronics shut off,
Ambient light in banishment
Under the midnight shy,
So quiet my foot falls echo
Like shouts hurled down a canyon,
So dark the invisible is visible
At long awaited last.
And you die. By your own hand,
They say.
You take the light you were,
Extinguished;
And the noise you made,
Now silence.
Eight lines completed,
This poem took a mood shift
Quantum leap
Hearing of your death,
Still young at 63:
So old a soul disquieted,
So bright a star
Extinguished.