I read that Jimi was your hero

You searched in vain to emulate

All the time supremely unaware

It was you that was really great

Ever searching for a 'sound' like his

When there was no need at all

Instead, unknowing, your fingers touched

My soul with vibrato squall

'Trouble on Double Time' and 'Woman',

'Mr Big' and 'Mouthful of Grass'

That big hole in the ground that you wanted to dig

Grew deeper as I watched the time pass

I still listen with adolescent shiver

To the piercing cry of sunburst Les Paul

I still walk in your shadow

From the garbage cans of the back street crawl

The unreachable high that you craved for

Carried with it too high a price

The heroin stream in your veins

Always the last throw of the dice

Much too soon you took that final flight

With wings that could no longer fly

With 'Tons of Sobs' you left me

No forgiving or word of goodbye

The last verse never to be played

A curtain that can never descend

Fretboard growing dusty and shabby

Wishes I can no longer extend

Perhaps you can still hear me play you

Through strings that know more than just sound

Heavy heart muffled but still beating

As that last flight touched the ground