Steve Miller

A man of many colours
Of such profundity
Enlightened by the digital
His creativity
Stems into
Farsightedness
and foresight
As we pause
A while for inspiration
About his home because

Canopus The second brightest star
That shares it’s spectral light
Down upon us all
In Vedic teachings might
Experience the afterlife
Which is Our final call
Where the soul is set to wander
Cleansing as she goes
the Indian Ocean
Is made pure
And cosmic justice flows

Karma really a constancy
Bound together so soundly
Episodes that
penetrate
the minds eye
And seemingly state
What is our physical body
That as life forces we
Lose the will to follow suit
And die reluctantly.
Fashion all this digitally
Conjure sounds and make
Re mixed and remastered
To conjure souls awake.

And album after album
progresses through each space
The music of the moment
The chill out And the pace
Brimming with an energy
A sensitive supply
With notations from the instrument
Hereafter they apply
Visuals and thought patterns
Memories galore
The ability and rhythm
And the vision from before

Steve lives with his lady
In a nice secluded spot
2 acres of gardens
A really lovely plot
Trees to share their oxygen
For creative thought to be
Helping with soothsaying
And his futurology.

Steve enjoys his fishing
On the open sea
Endeavouring to catch a fish
Or two perhaps for tea
Alone with his thoughts resting
On the peacefulness and blue
A calming realisation
That Steve likes to pursue

A wealth of fruits
Of extra flavour
A poly tunnel seemingly
Cajoles the salads
Keeps them coming
Again it’s creativity
Constantine a charming hamlet
The Helford River flowing by
Farming and the granite quarries
Help the community to fly

Continuousness
of inspiration
Each cerebration helps create
Imaginative proliferation
Tranquillity and understanding
Ideality and conceptualization

Steve enjoys his cooking
Indonesian and Japanese
Quite a contrast he discovers
But with knowledge
He can tease,
the flavours
And the special items
And produce a tasty treat
Creativity from other facets
Honed and really good to eat

Born in Birmingham grew up there
The leafy suburbs and good air
Has lived in London and LA
New York and Cornwall now does stay
Loves the people and the air
The Celtic spirit everywhere
His music has spread near and far
At what he does he is a star
Genuine and truly feels
He epitomises and reveals
His life and love for animals
He eats his protein from the sea.
But otherwise it’s what he grows
And creates so conscientiously.

Finally a Leo the purest of fire signs
He is King of his jungle
His confidence defines
For him it’s been a mission
His statement and his power
But he loves it when it’s peaceful
In what is that auric shower
Of euphoria and ecstasy
and in his mercurial way
Of running the gambit passionately
Whatever others say.