Face the bass

I’m here to make a mix for DJ Lix
And share the craic with our buddy Deepak.
Divine dreams, bursting at the seams,
Your lives were much too big to even fit on Imax screens.
Face the bass, your music flew to outer space,
Our shared imaginings leaving diamonds in their trace.
Mr sweet and mild, your music huge and wild,
Your beaming love shone out through shining eyes like a child.
Divine dreams, bursting at the seams,
Your lives were much too big, just to fit into one team.
Working with wood, the natural world you understood,
The grain you followed flowing till it made the greater good.
Warm and welcoming, special skills you’re sheltering,
Magic arts that turned a raw block into pipes that we were smoking.
Divine dreams and Franklin screams...
Love is all when you’ve no money,
Money’s dope when you’ve no dreams.