I know that you've left us

But you're still around

To confound and amaze us

And put our feet on the ground

There is no four-leafed clover

For you to magically appear

And give us the luck we neeed

To move on before we disappear

But your songs and your words

Will last beyond our lives

To describe our time and feelings

In ways we can't describe

There is a legacy untouched

Free-flowing and unending

To speak to us

Even though you're gone

With realities of life descending

Make us realise how you touched

Solid ground untrammeled

And sacrosant despite the fact

That you were not a saint

Your music lives beyond

And within everyday reality

In that understanding

And social construct

Your music will survive

Beyond any destruct

That can be imagined

Purple music is ALIVE

And will SURVIVE

When all of us are gone

And the wayward world

Moves on...