In echoes of roaring crowds, Where guitars wove their fiery spell, Stood Rob, beneath the starlit shrouds, A simple soul with tales to tell. His heart, as wide as concert halls, Gave freely without second thought, In every gesture, his kindness calls, A wealth of love that can't be bought. Though coins were scarce and dreams were vast, His spirit soared, a force unshaken, In the rhythm of life, a dance steadfast, By which so many hearts were taken. As shadows grew and time grew thin, Pancreatic whispers stole the light, Yet strength and will refused to dim; He faced the dark with open sight. Now, in every note that rises high, In every kind act and generous heart, Rob’s legacy will never die, A timeless song that won’t depart.