They tease and they tantalise Those wild-haired men, For a raging sea of shapes that clamour and grasp for their attention, Despite blending into the colours of others.
Their velvet voices softer than their growling, grovelling masks onstage, Their words full of electric promise that dazzle a new generation in new times, Transcending the blur of decades to provide hope for lost souls.
Untainted by the cracked lines of age Simply because they never wore them in the first place. And yet they fill their caged time with fireworks that burn into the heart of the living, and spark the memory of the dying.
Ah, how I adore those wild-haired men, For they carry me to a brighter time Which I can only experience in my mind.
I wrote this a few years ago as a tribute to my favourite rock stars from the 1960s and 1970s. Long live rock 'n' roll!