On my way to work
With headphones over my ears,
“Your angels”
lightening my spirit.
I hear your fingers,
Dance across the keys,
See your heart beat
From the back of the stage.
The same heart
I saw 13 years ago,
Sitting at the piano at your parents house.
You’d forgotten I was there,
Lost in another world,
And somehow more real,
Then I’d ever seen you before.
I loved that part of you then,
I still do now.
But the real world,
Wasn’t turning fast enough,
And you struggled to fit in,
Music halls not full enough,
Band members not aligned enough.
The long drives I made
In bad weather to see you play
Weren’t enough to make you truly smile.
I never saw that heart again,
On any of the stages you played,
Only heard about what didn’t happen
In between trying to thankful
For the people who loved you,
Believed in you, even if the world
Was taking its time.
And I watched you sliding.
“Runaway train”
pulls me back to the present,
your solo, a vital part of a balanced whole,
Stands out more then your music ever did before,
When it was all about your way.
I love that heart that I always knew you had,
The heart of a musician that despite his struggles,
Will always come out on top.
I wish I was close enough to see you play now.
