In cyberspace where pixels bloom, Our paths entwined, dispelling gloom. He, ninety years of wisdom's grace, In hearing aids, his solace place. We met with words through digital streams, A tapestry of vivid dreams. His laughter soft, like autumn's leaf, With TV tales, he found relief. In worlds where age and youth collide, A different rhythm, side by side. Through muffled tones, his warmth remains, A tender love that time sustains.