Obituary

I have not thought about you in a long time. I havent cared about what you were doing and what you allegedly did. I really didnt care, or so I thought. I was born with 'Thriller' , grew up with 'Bad' & 'Dangerous' , freaked out with 'Scream', fell in love with 'Earth song' , hoped with 'Heal the world' and yearnt for my love with ' You are not alone' . I realise now how much my life has been interwined with your magnificient creations. I didnt care when you were alive but sick. Why now does a tear trickle down my cheek when I see you on tv? Why does a pain gnaw away at my gut when I realise you wont be around to make magic again. I thought I didnt care Michael but I guess you had touched my heart everytime I hummed along with your songs.

I am unable to put words together to express what I feel so am borrowing some from W.H. Auden :-

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Rest in peace Michael , for rest was what you never had when you were here weaving magic and exuding hope. May your music live forever.