Today I discovered a new
Friend. Jimi Hendrix. Hello
Jimi, are there harps in heaven?
Did you leave us at the right time?
Did you find love or were you just
Confused? Did nothing really matter?
Now are you there. Meanwhile
Chickens live under a sun you had
Some part in, reflecting back to us
With sound waves celestialising the
Ears that touched them. It becomes
Sad to think of your ears, how much
They knew, how much they loved, the
Worlds they never experienced through
Time. But it’s not sad for you, you now
Are there, hearing, making, breathing
Rhythm round the planes of colour like
Light itself, your frequency is that high.
James Marshall Hendricks
Born 27th November 1942.