I was at the New York party at Barramundi for Michael's birthday. It was a great time, meeting other fans and sharing stories of how and when we first discovered Michael and INXS. It was a great way to remember him and celebrate his life... but the melancholy in me still lingers. I've been a fan since 1983- I was 13 at the time- and the impact Michael and the band had on my life is just incomprehensible. I wrote a poem of sorts that tries to explain that, and thought I'd include it here.
there really aren't any words
(perhaps I just can't find them-)
that would be fair and truthful
in expressing my feelings for you
you made me who I am
sculpted my existence
taught me how to love
in a world that seemed lacking
you brought it all together
how can I ever explain
the amount of joy I've seen
or the places I've been
in your honor
you gave me confidence
where others gave me none
without even knowing my name
you made me unafraid
how will I ever say thank you
for opening me up
for making it fun
how will I ever say thank you
now that you're gone...
Happy Birthday, Michael, Our Shining Star.
Peace.
there really aren't any words
(perhaps I just can't find them-)
that would be fair and truthful
in expressing my feelings for you
you made me who I am
sculpted my existence
taught me how to love
in a world that seemed lacking
you brought it all together
how can I ever explain
the amount of joy I've seen
or the places I've been
in your honor
you gave me confidence
where others gave me none
without even knowing my name
you made me unafraid
how will I ever say thank you
for opening me up
for making it fun
how will I ever say thank you
now that you're gone...
Happy Birthday, Michael, Our Shining Star.
Peace.