A QUICK POEM TO JIMI HENDRIX

It was forty years ago today,
that Jimi Hendrix passed away.
Now he's just a fading memory,
who made a brilliant record called,
"The Wind Cries Mary."

Although you're gone,
your memory still lives on.
You were stuck in an angry crowd,
going deeper into the sound.

I think about you all the more,
look at your picture on my bedroom wall,
those eyes that follow me around the room,
the light that shines on your face, from the moon.

I start dreaming in a circle,
then you bring me back,
"Little Wing," is playing,
oh how I love that track.
Your music is written in the stars,
like a tattoo on the universe,
it always will surpass.