Tears fell from the sky,
Torrents of purple rain,
A world in mourning.
A voice silenced,
A voice once unafraid,
Original,
Virtuosic,
Iconic.
Genius.
Music that spoke to a generation,
A wildness,
A coming of age.
I have no doubt,
A royal reception awaits,
As his little red Corvette pulls through
Heaven’s gates.
The View from Here 