I have no words when I heard the news today.
Please don’t be true.
If it is, I’m glad I got to see him in concert when he came to Houston.
But it is true.
I wasn’t feeling too good today, so I stayed home. But I still had to do an interview for an article.
And right when I was about to call, it’s when I heard the news.
I had to hold my tears in and compose myself.
Afterward, I looked for a performance of “Purple Rain.”
And once I heard it, the tears fell.
I can’t believe you’re gone. It’s really true.
The world lost a legend, a genius, someone who would not bow down to the major label.
They lost someone who broke the rules and wrote his own, and he probably played all the instruments to accompany his rule book.
Yours was a show I remembered, dancing and moving.
I was out of my seat all throughout the performance. And I don’t think I have ever been to a show that made me forget the heeled boots I wore, because I was having a good time.
I vowed to see you again, whenever you returned, but I never did.
Nonetheless, I got to see you live. I got to experience the purple magic.
Today, I mourn purple tears. Today, the music died again.
Thank you for sharing your talents with us, oh Purple One. Your deed is done on this world.
Now go spread your musicology from amongst the clouds.
“I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted to one time to see you laughing
I only wanted to see you
Laughing in the purple rain”