thebengali

An ode to a down-to-earth, soft spoken human being, also India’s finest guitar player, Derek Julien.

I meant to write you a song

A song that you would play

On that guitar that becomes gold

In your hands as you sway

I meant to write you a song

A song that would be yours

And yet belong to the world

Telling the story as only you can

A story for the young and the old

I meant to write you a song

A song that befit an angel

Every word a song in itself

Every chord a string of pearls

Every pause a light on the human soul

Just as every note you play

is a moment and a lifetime in itself

I meant to write you a song

The first time I heard you play

It was so because you said so much

Without ever saying a word

We never knew each other and yet

I understood every word you never said

I meant to write you a song

That you would sing without singing at all

So here I am writing that song at long last

As you stand on the threshold of the Afterlife

Every breath a painful soliloquy

Every smile a solo to the immortal soul

Every faltering heartbeat a drumroll to the human will

Thank you for the music Derek Julien

Thank you for the music once again

The Audience demands one last encore

One last everlasting note

One last everlasting note…

… to last us till we meet again