Pavarotti Poem by Peter S. Quinn

With a singing voice he flied
In his passion and commitment
Every peaceful hope he tried
With his heart in its fulfillment
Song like love coming thoroughly
Every time in deep reflections
When art admirations is truly
In every its made selections

Skylark voices to hours bring
Filling every dream of state
When a voice of golden did sing
To give us love and never hate
How each tone is in its unison
With the harmonies he has tried
Bringing music to its on and on
Till the last tone in air had died

'O mio babbino caro, '
Oh make each song become free
Like breezes in trees go
Forever through and lastingly
For every ear that listens
For beauty to come and live
Through moments and glistens
That tone of music can give

Every moment in celebrating
Victories in voice beat achieving
Never to the world outdating
Feelings and passions in relieving
Somewhere his voice is still singing
Giving care for each life loss
A heart of love in voice bringing
With hope for all to come across

'O mio babbino caro, '
Oh make each song become free
Like breezes in trees go
Forever through and lastingly