An Ode to Jeff Buckley

All of his music 

had that melancholy beauty,

a sadness, so sad it brings joy,

He sang about drowning,

some said it was foreshadowing-

(I didn't realise that he had died.)

I listened to him,

slowly falling in love,

wanting more and more,

"why had I not discovered him before?"

He had an old soul,

though he was only thirty years old

singing hallelujah

when the water pulled him under

it shouldn't hurt-

(it was fifteen years ago, after all)

but it does,

he was too young,

too talented,

and too alive in his voice-
but when the waves pulled him under
he had no choice.

RIP Jeff Buckley

(1966-1997)

xxx