Disclaimer: I do not claim to own anything associated with "Rent." The brilliance of the musical belongs to the late, great Jonathan Larson. This was written for entertainment purposes only.

Here's to the Night

Here's to one thousand moments of silence in your honor. The momentary fragments, the shards that both make up and undo time, beating in sync with your memory. Like wasted snowflakes, your imprint is still here. I do not think that any of us will ever forget. How could we? You meant everything-the death of the mundane, the end of the ordinary. Because of you, we looked past all those cookie-cutter hearts, the plastered fakes advertised all across televised America. You taught us to refuse, to offer something more. Your artwork, it's nothing short of a masterpiece. With your rhythms, you brought to life within all of us something we all believed to be lacking: a soul.

Here's to the night, it's where you now belong, waiting patiently beneath that head of stone. The shining stars knew better than we did. You glow with individuality. In the cracks of a hollowed society, you are all that remains of the burns that helped us to understand that we are human.

Without you, the temporary glory and paper-cut stories slowly fade. This dust that gathers in the crevices of my mind? Poetry from the angels, as a means of an apology.

I never properly thanked them for it.

I never properly thanked you, so here it is: my impromptu salute to the moon, the one Maureen taught us to jump over.

See you on the other side.