So, the master builder, the old architect Hung up his tools and left   His wine half drunk, Put out his pipe and left   Silenced his music, Read his book incomplete, and left   But that he left of 'himSELF': His valuable impressions, His art, architecture and monuments   The fond memories of his drunkenness The delightful aroma of his home..his presence   The sound of his music Every moment of his teachings   ..All aside   He left behind A unique Love Placed in the heart of his admirers….. his friends   We are forever intoxicated with this love And burn with the sorrow….. the pain of his absence.   Ramak & Mike Knibbs