It’s been a sad time for the music world the last few months. This week, we lost one of the few true geniuses of the second half of the 20th Century, Prince. Coming so soon after the death of one of the other true geniuses, David Bowie, we are left reeling. Is this the end of the Rock genre?
If it isn’t, it’s still the loss of someone who should not only be admired, but revered. He burst onto the scene when I was in high school. It took the wisdom that sometimes comes from maturity for me to appreciate him. I appreciated Bowie more in those days, but I tended to fixate on Dylan and Pink Floyd, thus depriving myself of the pleasure of recognizing and enjoying the work of geniuses.
I offer this beautiful poem my precious friend and poet Jaehla Harty wrote in tribute. As with all of the poems she shares with me, there is a haunting beauty to her vision. I’m sure Prince would approve.
When Silence Makes Way
some carry with them a message while some are their own message can we dance now? can we hear the notes hovering just over our heads watch them go, they are traveling now to other places... should we move aside, now? fall quiet and simply listen? there are times when silence makes way for something more than silence someone painted the world in pastel color left echoes for us to muse upon note after note after note is there silence, now? would that be needed to make way for one more soul? note after note after note... so this is what it sounds like when doves cry for Prince Rogers Nelson Jaehla Harty