The Voice

The Voice has been silenced
Again art knows lament
The end has come too quickly
Too soon his life was spent
No more to face the music
The song turns into cry
Authorities shrugged ‘suicide’
Confused we just ask Why?
While I lament your death
In your life I can rejoice
On words of such sweet breath
You shared with us the Voice
The world needs its artists
Few amazing still remain
How to reconcile such loss
How to contend with pain
When you can’t fill the empty
With too much on the plate
The brain as adversary
Where poisons incubate
While I lament your death
In your life I do rejoice
On words of such sweet breath
You shared with us the Voice
We’re shown that satisfaction
Exists but in success
The impactful distraction
Lives enjoyed in excess
Contentment as abstraction
To know the answer yes
Lives reduced to transaction
Inflate and then depress
While I lament your death
In your life I shall rejoice
On words of such sweet breath
You shared with us the Voice
While we lament your passing
We loved your garden sound
Capacity surpassing
Mighty glad you were around

For Chris Cornell

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