Raspy rumbling mumbling of an icon
Powerful words I could not understand
Piano, guitar and drum play the song
That old black magic of the back up band
Puts the melody in my mind once more
Gothic arches of light on the curtain
Metal instruments make the music soar
I remember and become more certain
The pulse of my youth I hear in his song
Words that shaped my life, that spoke my passion
Now I guess, no voice, the meaning is gone
His time in the sun, no longer fashion.
The legends of our youth mock us with age
That comes to us all, including our sage
Cathy Mills
Prince George
