Al Rupert Neve passive, Discrete and pure, An Englishmans game is this tone-tweakers lure, 1081 and 1073, Some of the things that you mentioned to me, I’ll miss your sweet laughter With shoulders that shrug, Infectious, inclusive, Turn bad into good, It’s not learned or a skill, But a gift to those close, Who are lucky to know, Our Kapo, our Boss A pleasure to share with you, The time and the space, Though these words don’t convey, My current displace, Awash amongst letters, That don’t easily say, This ambiguous disclosure, shared between us today, I’m all at sea of late Al, My compass astray, But the calm waves will wash in, And guide us away, So save me a seat, You diamond, you star, We’ll be along presently, It’s really not far. Love Tony