Your Precious Gift: A Poem for Mikey

By Robert Bacik

In my head I still hear your voice 

The words you say touch my soul

No more are your words spoken

Now I listen only through your musical bliss
 

For years I rode your melodic waves

Some drifting and mellow

Like sunset on the ocean

Some fast and raging

Like a tornado spinning free
 

Your songs are magical inspiration

Written as if to guide our journey

A provision to life’s lessons

Sensual and moving

Timeless, not to be forgotten
 

Forever I am grateful for your precious gifts

The gifts of song and music

A soundtrack to many lives

Simple and sensitive words

And that everlasting lingering lead

One that was like no other
 

If there are guitars in Heaven,

May yours sound the sweetest

If there are smiles in Heaven,

May yours be the widest

If there are moons in Heaven,

May yours be the brightest
 

As you dock your little white boat

And finish sailing from this dream

May the one’s before you get to know

Those precious gifts you bring –

Music, song, love and hope

Never again will be the same

This poem originally appeared in Honest Tune Magazine.

Photo of Mikey from widespreadpanic.com, Kalamazoo 1997. Photographer Unknown