How does one measure the impact another has had on their life? Through the deeds and actions that may have been inspired by that life led by another. Perhaps.
If I had been able to sing to enlighten I would have but I can’t so I listen.
If I could have bared my soul as my story unfolds I too would have written.
If I had the means to see to the needs of the many much would be given.
I could do none of these things to any measure of success. But I try.
I sing like no one is listening especially when trying to match those insanely powerful high notes as I drive along in my car.
I write what comes to me during the moment but mostly messages for money about things that I don’t really care about. Rarely does a personal passion make it to paper or verse but whenever I am blocked, I return for a retelling of the super unknown.
I have little, and even less to give, but I try where I can. Money is more versatile as it addresses many needs but it isn’t always the answer. Whenever someone struggles with a difficult task and I can help I offer, it can mean so much.
While I can’t say that you are the direct inspiration for my joy in music, my muse in the lyrical or my lead in paying it forward. What I can say is that you were in there somewhere. I can’t count how many important moments in my life that your words and music provided a background to.
Thank you, Chris Cornell, for all the music and memories. You will be sorely missed but never forgotten as your song shall play on.
