Prince

I had heard of his music
But wasn’t a fan
Enchanting as it was
A Poet, can
Tune in to his wisdom
And his sanctity
And have an affection
For his melody

He was true to himself
With thoughts of his own
In his own world he lived
And was not really known
A benevolent character
Decent and whole
Upright and honest
An incorruptible soul

He was artless and straight
Regarded and well
He lived in his music
His stories did tell
Much about life and
Eternal ways
An angel for some
Worthy of praise

Dignified really
Compatible to
The crochets and quavers
The melody true
A flourish of satin
A blushing attire
A brilliance in many ways
And a sweet fire

That burned in his heart
So mindful was he
His music soared upwards
And burst thankfully
Into oblivion with spirit and soul
With a noble regard
For the ancestral role

He had fame and fortune
But remained on his own
In the kingdom created
Upon his own throne
Wide eyed and awe struck
Each magic refrain
Became his endurance
His purple rain

Fearing the outside world
Humbled he stood
In the glare of the spotlight
Just because he could
His affection for life
His vanity fair
His beautification
So obviously there

He cried in his sleep
Often asked himself why
So many friends were
About to die
The pathos of living
The dreams of his past
An affront to his soul urge
Apparently cast

A passionate tone
A sensitive mind
Intense and eager
To just try and find
The meaning of so much
Affecting his soul
The people he cared for
His every role

In the scores he created
He lived every bar
He shone in the light
He was so much a star
Resigned to the passion
Restrained in his way
To imagine so much
At the end of each day

His bohemian outlook
And determination
To conquer so much
It was his celebration
When he played his guitar
He a master of sound
A dynamic dictator
To all things around

Conscripted to dream
To write and compose
His vigour was bigger
Always on his toes
He abandoned normality
He truly felt
The great obligation
And so he knelt

And delivered his parables
Quietly and gave
Due refuge and spirit
Within he would save
Writing his music
The jamming and the rave
The major the minor
Every song rang
To the chords from his heart
To the beat and the twang

And he enjoyed the silence
The stillness the hush
Quiescent and noiseless
The softness so lush
His taste in the best
His test was of time
A prince among men
Who had enjoyed the climb