In memory's gentle embrace, we find, Stephen's laughter, a whisper in the wind, Forty-six summers marked his vibrant song, Two years gone, yet his spirit lingers strong. A maestro of melodies, his soul would soar, To chords of life that echoed from his core, On Vespas he'd roam through sunlit streets, Each ride a symphony, where heartbeats meet. Though time has whisked him beyond our sight, His music remains, a beacon in the night, For Stephen's love, in notes and wheels, we keep, In sonorous dreams, where memories sleep.