Friday, June 25, 2010

On the First Anniversary of the Death of Michael Jackson

Though Death Has Called

A little bird has taken flight;
A winged soul heads home tonight.
With silvery voice and heart of gold,
A new production now unfolds.
Beyond the cloud, the star, the moon,
The concert shares a bright new tune.

The crowd awaits, the band prepares,
A choir of angels now declares
That in their midst a glorious son
Has come to sing when day is done.
He knows of sorrow, lived the pain,
And still he'll rise to sing again.

For there is naught can keep him down, 
He brings the universal sound
Of dance, of laughter, light and power,
He stands forever as a tower.

We hear your song, oh King of Pop,
And it will never, ever stop.
We hold you deep within our heart,
Though death has called, we'll never part.

Copyright 2009 Richard Kent Matthews


  1. Richard.....Absolutely AWESOME!!!

  2. Many thanks. I wrote it two days after he died. It just came to me...almost as you read it.


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