You wear your presence lightly, you politely undermine it for the folks who'd find it fright'ning in the normal daily grind You are jocular and flighty wear a self-effacing grace although your shoulders might be mighty were they not so undermined
We met at a rehearsal for an amateur dramatic act to shrink the universal to a comfortable size They took a work of genius the timeless peerless grandeur and they whittled it to meaninglessness - There I caught your eye.
"I hear you need a drummer!" you intoned in toffee baritone and sad, diluted Shakespeare did evaporate tout suite "We're gigging in the summer!" I replied in my delight and then I knew I'd found a friend who might just help me keep the beat.
I found you were an artist of broken, brittle beauty who believed an artists' duty was to challenge and defy Who had washed up in the genteel artists' village of Kircudbright where the art is safe and snooty, boats and trees and sunny sky
But your canvas is elastic is electric and eclectic as you drastically cast an angry eye across it all Any prettiness is sitting on a nauseous unwellness where the skeleton of Elvis boogies by a butcher's stall
Well we found some fellow feeling in our mutual defiance casting darts at art and science and amusing just ourselves Made some music, sank some bevvies wrote a book, got raging drunk but what we managed withered, shrunk by what we planned and simply shelved.
Well it seems that I've been hoping that our business was unfinished that our plans were undiminished by the passing of the years That some catalyst would manifest and shake us into action dissipate the dull distraction of the daily hopes and fears.
But it seems that you are leaving that your talent, brightly blazing and the fact that you're amazing has been missed by this wee town Well I undersand it, ****** but I'll miss you now, my brother and the tumbled jumbled colour that you spun from Solway brown.