* Poof! *

I was just writing a new post, an homage to Glenn, David and Prince when suddenly the screen blinked without warning. Every word, every sentiment, every notion of what I knew and felt immediately vanished. In that fraction of a fraction of an instant my idea and sense of existence went poof. How appropriate.

Gentlemen of creativity, of courage, of compelling complexity, of kindness and sexy kool, good night from ground control. Thank you for playing your parts the way that you did. Lord knows, you went above and beyond. And maybe that's why.... But, how could anyone have asked for more?

All we hoped for was that you would stick around so that we would never cease to dream of doves, rain's magic, tequila sunrises and space like we did back when. A short order for such giants of good or so we wanted to believe. Yes, earth's terrain changed when you arrived and again when you left. You showed us mountains and brought us to their peaks, above the clouds, over and over again. For this parting moment, however, how can we not feel dazed, lost in the shadows of a desert cavern? Who shall show us how to soar once more? Where shall we go to lean tomorrow? Will you somehow continue to muse and infuse us with tittlating tonics filled with notes, riffs, lyrics and intoxicating choruses? Or are we now simply left to bow and witness man's silent fate? No! As the atoms of your artistry continue to ripple up and down our arteries, your magic that served so much meaning will stir us, eternally. The fire of man's faith is what you fed. You not only rocked our feet and souls but our minds too, leaving us happier and stronger each and every time. Your visit demanded that our innate sense of freedom, the joy and peace that glows within, never dims.

Still, even as our stunned breaths plunge past our aching guts and buckling knees, we manage to light a sage smile for we all know that the greatest concert ever awaits us all!

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