He was a gifted songwriter who lived and breathed the awesome days of Elul and the Yomim Nora’im all year round. Beginning Shabbos Mevorchim Chodesh Elul – and perhaps even before then – his home would be enveloped by the palpable mood of the season. There, you could find him sitting at his table, turning his machzor’s well-worn pages with a trembling hand, humming its hallowed tunes with tears streaming down his cheeks.
