Cannot
believe it
Don’t
want to discuss it
She’s
gone
Some
people have lives
Other
people have deaths
I
feel sorry for both of them
She
lived like a queen or at least that’s what I need to believe
When
riding our nightmares bareback nothing seems true during this massacre of sleep
You
were a quiet child then you found the piano and the piano found you
She
didn’t have audiences, she had congregations
Stood
before them like a soul preacher whose only job was to immerse us in the blood
Gospel
versus secular is never the point if you’re setting people free with your
massive pipes and resurrection energy
Won’t
accept it
Struggling
every day since this songbird has gone radio silent
She’s
gone and nothing will ever be the same again
Charles Cicirella
8/25/18
No comments:
Post a Comment