Higher Truth

 
I felt the words sang from a soul
with a voice like a machine
high as roses fell in my ears
through the blur of smokes
like a stone…

I wasn’t aware of your garden of sounds
or your temple of dogs
I only became the slave to the audio
then you showed me the sound garden
and the Temple of the Dogs

but the gateway to “Cornellville”
was and still the highway
the A minor notes still strung in my brain
I drove on the highway
mornings and evenings
with my guitar learning to play
I believed I was the highway

you wouldn’t be anybody’s carpet ride
you were a sky, you were the lightning
you were the night…

years later I heard your Scream
in a land of timber
what a treat it was
I was drowning in the red syrup

and the unplugged sessions
just you and 6 strings
mounted on a wood box
in your hands
you cornelled an emjay…
I was there with you
cheering…
hearing…

I silently followed you
and the time passed…

I would never understand why
but one thing I promise you
I won’t let them put out your fire





~As a Tribute to Chris Cornell~