Hendrix

a poem about music, and more

His Strat howls like a sick dog, his soul in flames.

A wah wah rips up the warm night, ghosts 

dance over the darkening fields ; octaves flood the

sea of strings  - healing and bringing together,

a sea without water.He will not be found again.

Peace, peace, he is not dead, he hath awakened

to the last major seventh, too cool to live forever. 

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

A beautiful and fitting tribute, to a true legend