de Andre

His voice used
to be marching his thoughts
into their becoming words
with the force
and gentle encouragement
of an intricate medieval
orchestra sound

his voice
could not ever hurt nobody
his voice
woke up thoughts
into mostly anybody
his stories
still live
in his songs

hard to believe
that he himself is gone
into another story
another time
so sad he could not be trapped
in the present
forever

he must have already
written new music
perhaps
with intricate medieval sounds
i hope they can hear his guitar
into the world
where he is now