The power of flowers and...music

Lately, I've been trying hard to extricate myself from a certain nostalgia that comes with a certain beat and rhythm of the bass line.

It's hard and sometimes I wonder why was I, and now still am affected by it after 3 weeks.

The eyes, the movement, the voice... and the flash of silver on his right hand.

I don't remember being a fan but suddenly, it all came back. I guess it was the memories of childhood that somehow got tangled up with his story, his songs, his dancing. His music touched and reached perhaps a few generations, not just one country but across the world.

When John Mayer did his solo git on Human Nature..it was heart breaking...even more when Jermaine sang, with tears and pain.

And those flowers...those gorgeous red roses, fit for a true artist and superstar- so red, so full of life and passion- like he was. I'm glad they chose the right flowers with such deep shade..almost fiery like his tortured soul when he sang and danced. Red is not tame...as colourful as those wreaths behind, he was a personality like no other. A star that burned up its full potential and talent until, it smoldered and snuffed out with a sad tragic end.

Flowers... they last only for a moment for us to appreciate and then, just like him..gone too soon.

Goodnight, MJ.