We walk in shadows while you held the light,
taking us to every region of our mind,
with notes of harmonic beauty, worded genius
while in a visual mystique the looks, the many
different planets you did travel in our own eyes.
“Ground control to Major Tom” who would ever
imagine today your thoughts to become prophetic,
when suddenly we know now you are as mortal
as the next one, as everyone, as anyone.
How would we respond without your talents,
when the music played, you were David Bowie,
yet one movement, one ideal, each new storm,
created always a new you, nothing anyone ever
needed try to catch up with,
we would only love to know this is the latest,
coming from you.
So tonight we grieve your passing, yet even in
new words – of course created by you,
with black button eyes behind a tapestry of shroud,
we do say good night, to our captain, whose endless
search never left us waiting behind. instead when
we did face you, that glimpse did contain a smile.
You were the one to teach us to understand Change
in all its helpless magic. I could ask you to tell me how,
just how did you always know. I cannot believe it was
all resource, and will trust it to be your own instinct.
“Wham Bam, Thank You Ma’am”
every tune would bring new characters to speak of,
all buried in our own heart and soul, we were you,
in the realm of your sojourn – wherever you might
land, eventually would we gather around to listen.
The gold standard, the jewels, the wardrobe, the hair,
we all knew you Mr. Bowie, knew you understood us all!