Do not look for the best music on this very famous text of Mary-Elisabeth FRYE : Ritz RAKOTOMALALA has composed it.
This text, very short but dense, is self sufficient, no need to analyse it:
"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am a diamond that glints on snow.
I am the sun on ripen'd grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
when you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die."