In Memory of
Stevie Ray Vaughn
Bright lightning drew up from deep in the south that even a blind man could see.
Intense and raw, determined that his voice would be heard across the miles.
Little did he know how much the storm would affect us all.
The "Flood" would immerse us in a torrent of sound and sights unrivaled.
When his touch met steel, the result was truly a work of natures power and art.
The voice, his thunder, echoed throughout the depths of our mind. Pure and deep.
A symphony, ever to be remembered. Unwilling to be forgotten.
Walls crumbled. Lives changed.
He remains!
I hear it still, that soulful rumble, in storms that pass this way.
They take up where he left off.
In this way he is with us to this day.
In this way he will be permanent in the history that he wrote himself into.
Forever missed, forever remembered.
Brian Cross