The voice of Robert Thomas Pattinson

That voice of yours, my dear Robert Thomas,
Is unbelievably heart-breaking;
To hear it strain as it climbs and bursts
Is to know the meaning of breath-taking;

But you should already know all that, my dear,
Unless you close your perfect ears to the talk,
Unless your humility takes company with fear
And the rising expectations cause you to balk;

Let people expect as they naturally or unnaturally will,
Your voice is a gift that behooves clever custody,
Cultivate it like any other prodigious talent and skill
That was given to you by the muses so unfairly;

For where is the justice in the litany of your treasures
That exceeds that of any other living body and soul?
How fair is it that your account surpasses the measures
For what should be equally shared in parts or in whole?

Everything, Robert, everything with you is superlative;
Nothing short-changed or incurring obvious deficits;
I am so happy to be here and watching you live
Wearing your techni-coloured magical suit because it fits!
(on listening to Rob give an impromptu song on his guitar...Oh my, Elvis lives!)