written by: Giovanni Fruncillo
With the passing of each musical legend,
I feel the slow onset of dispossession;
a loss of vitality, a loss of meaning and
mostly, a loss of beauty.
I never met Tom Petty, Greg Lake,
or Leonard Cohen,
but their songs have been
like a childhood friend to me.
Music invites us into
the beauty of loneliness,
strength and freedom.
The cruel beauty of lost love,
disappointment and joy.
The everlasting beauty of raw offensive honesty.
Without the sad beauty of their music,
I would die of the truth.