I found this on-line and well you can get how I generlly feel.

The stage now empty,
Lights down low.
Curtains drawn tightly,
There will be no show.
The actress is missing,
Red roses now black.
Her costume is hanging,
Her soul was sadly lost.
The script was called Juliette,
An angel filled with love.
Her character so sweet and tender,
Almost like a dove.
Her wings spread too quickly,
Flying away before her time.
The script still sits waiting,
No one could ever say a line.
Yet, forever we will be applauding her,
But the show will never go on.