The Great Gig in the Sky
I wrote this little poem in like 3 minutes, so it's not very good.
It's for Pink Floyd keyboardist Rick Wright, who died yesterday, September 15, aged 65.
Am I obsessed? Possibly. He was one of my favourite members.
The great gig in the sky
Is that where you are?
My dear friend?
The idea of such a place seems comforting
Knowing that when you pass on
You'll go to the show
One that never ends
The music flows through you
Your ears
Your eyes
Your soul
Your heart
It never ends
The great gig in the sky
Maybe that's where you are
My dear friend.
Maybe you've found it
And you're destined to play
To sing and laugh
With everyone else there
They mourn you and admire you here
They sing to you and cheer for you there
It never ends.
It never ends.
The great gig in the sky
That's where you are now
My dear friend.
RIP Rick Wright. You'll never be forgotten.
xx
It's for Pink Floyd keyboardist Rick Wright, who died yesterday, September 15, aged 65.
Am I obsessed? Possibly. He was one of my favourite members.
The great gig in the sky
Is that where you are?
My dear friend?
The idea of such a place seems comforting
Knowing that when you pass on
You'll go to the show
One that never ends
The music flows through you
Your ears
Your eyes
Your soul
Your heart
It never ends
The great gig in the sky
Maybe that's where you are
My dear friend.
Maybe you've found it
And you're destined to play
To sing and laugh
With everyone else there
They mourn you and admire you here
They sing to you and cheer for you there
It never ends.
It never ends.
The great gig in the sky
That's where you are now
My dear friend.
RIP Rick Wright. You'll never be forgotten.
xx
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