my boy is a supernova

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there. I do not sleep.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

You're doing it brilliantly, mister timelord: 3