I don’t want to let you go.

Even though I never really knew how to hold onto you.

You were too busy being magic,

Talking but always listening,

Dancing, tapping out a beat,

Rhythm was a part of your soul

Expressed through your nimble feet.

 

Synths and high-hats

Nike Air Max

Vinyl, Two-tone, Bugsy Malone.

You filled up a room,

Kept us all going

There’s a strange gap in the world now

Just knowing

Your gone.

 

If anyone shone a light, it was you John.

Fizzy and fast and gentle to the core.

As sharp as you were soft.

As funny as you were true.

And you danced. You had to.

Music was in your DNA.

That’s just how it was.

 

And now you have bowed down to the rhythm of life.

Fallen on to your knees into the sky

The eternal dancefloor,

The honour really was all ours.

 

Every moment was a pleasure John, never a chore.

You lit me up and I wasn’t the only one.

Cause that was your gift

You made us all feel seen,

Amongst the jokes and nicknames

Songs and remembering

You shone your light onto each and every one of us.

It was a gift

And that will never die.

Your music will never die

So maybe this isn’t really goodbye.