I heard the wind

           When Michael went to

                                     The sky

     Songs of love and laughter

                  Yet pain within the Bardo’s

                                     As he cried

Yet a cloud

                        Lay waiting

                               The magical child within

                                         So songs in the wind

                                                 Innocence within the breeze

You loved my music

                                    I love you

           As each song to a part of me

Reclusive may it be

                                As all it wanted to be

     Was a child I’d lost

                                                             That innocence of youth

So now the magical child sings

                  To you soft sounds of the wind

And the beauty

                 Of the moon walking

                                     Across the sky

     Saying, I love you

                        Love you all

                               As Van Gogh sat and painted the moon. 

                                 J Nelson upon Michael’s passing

                                                             June 25, 2009