Jeff Buckley

Still amazes me every time I listen to him. Every single time. And I love the surprise I get when I stumble upon music of his that I previously haven't heard. The light, hollow feeling that washes over me along with his voice. And I never felt that feeling stronger than when I first heard his duet with Elizabeth Taylor.

All flowers in time bend towards the sun.
I know you say that there's no-one for you,
But here is one, here is one... here is one

One that can never be known;
Either all drunk with the world at her feet,
Or sober with no place to go.

I don't know if angels are real, but if they are, Buckley was one of them . He created music about life, and for life, and that made you want to live. And I find it painfully ironic that he had his life taken from him by no means of his own. There aren't many people I would give my life for, but if it meant even one more song - one more hymn to live my life by - I'd give a piece of my soul to have him back. Then again, I'm a strong believer in fate.

Maybe Duncan Sheik put it best when he said "Of course there is grace, and those halos of pain. Maybe he sang what he came here to sing". Maybe the world just couldn't handle so much power and beauty in one form. Or maybe I should stop caring so much about dead musicians.