Elegy for a Chance Encounter

Who will speak the fond farewell
For him from chance encounter?
While others in attendant rows
He so better known to them,
Speak the first of last and lasting
Memories built from closer, longer,
While my quiet unsaid murmur
Calls to all anonymous others,
Whom this man, this George
By his relished erudited flourish
Briefly zested wiith his life.
They answer now unheard, unseen
For all our uneulogised encounters,
Ephemeral effects of touching briefly
The being of to be unknown others.