music

Jimi Hendrix, 80 today

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.

Nothing to do with the TV show

Glee

Will reign heavy in the song

When drums beat out for triumph

As I imagine that day

When sound will cloud

The sun with a brightness

That justifies the years

Spent searching for sounds

That beat the inner

Recesses like pinballs

That never won you

More change than

Fun.

SAD, never mind, anticipate Spring.

 

This is the time of year when

Music needs to dig deep

To find us, rap a rope

Around our waists and wind

Us up to the light.

 

This is the time of year

When summer sounds are

Hollow and clatter round

Like flies scanning for jam

Round  an empty jar.

 

This is the time of year

When Love’s warmth is

Set in relief against the

Grey, when any ray is welcomed

 Like a hero from the war.

 

This is the time of year

When something as tiny as a

Crocus bud is all the hope

We need to prove again that

Life springs from mud.