I am a year on 21st of April into my discovery of the Artist Prince Rogers Nelson…
What a year , what music, what expression…..
I can only express this year through poetry ..my attempt to say what this discovery has done for me and what it means…
WaterMusic
It meant a lot to have you come
when all confusion had taken hold,
No one there to see me through
No one knew how to dry my tears
or dust my heart with fairy dust.
She had gone .as she should be and I could not compute the new reality
You came to me in your passing, never noticed you before.
So funny, so sincere, so vulnerable, so honest, so raw
You reached inside with your soulful crys and I could move again.
It had crumbled and withered with so much pain and struggle but with your voice beside me I saw flowers grow again.
I listened , I mended, I listened , I felt. I listened .I bent
Creative channel, wordsmith, purple pixie, storyteller ,lover of love, sexy mf, no safety catch, no apology, i sense anxiety, I sense trouble unresolved.
The time, the discipline, the courage, the yearning, the desire, the muse to stoke the fire, the sacrifice.
Sitting at the piano ,black and white the keys, fingers like wind and breeze,
Water surging, dripping ,spilling, liquid motion soaring, begging, booming, strutting ,pouting, flirting ,praying, brooding, playing, preaching, reaching sound….