The young man sleeping rough on the street
why he was not honestly sure
talented musician he mused had been called
just wanting freedom to drift
music was his love not the riches and fame
enjoyment was his aim!
He had to roam a free spirit that was him
crowds overwhelming not his style
though friends wanted to start a band
not sure better on his own
writing what he felt within his being
songwriter was foreseeing!
Pressure applied the group was formed
they realised his talent
but hard to conform being with a band
the one who made it special
the central pin for himself seeking more
choices needed to explore!
This musician had these unique qualities
to find the defining sound
but not the ability to take the pressures
needed for long term
at this point it was too early to detect
yet had all their respect!
These truly talented greats are often loners
giving us music never to forget
they rise way above the rest of the pack
pressures driving them to drugs
here regrettably the pattern did not alter
a genius but life did falter!
Success came after several years real toil
for this singer it was too much
drugs did take over as he lost the battle
many fellow artists tried to help
coordinating projects to give him hope
his existence on a tightrope!
The singer gave one more huge performance
before going to his isolated home
wanting a chance to rest was his only reason
after three days the band broke in
where it was found he had committed suicide
a hand written note by his side!
The music the singer had created will never fade
only in his thirties but master of his trade!
The Foureyed Poet.