The Phone Call (for Amy Winehouse)

I saw a trillion stars today, then wept from the beauty

Moved a mountain of imagination, through the air of elsewhere

It filled my voice with power and pain

Fueling this moment that channeled insane



Yet mortals wait, with baited breath, for the phone call   2x


The masses give adulation, which channels through my voice

Heady catalytic inspiration, pulled out of the ether

I have a choice to remain unchanged

But god-hood beacons like calming rain



The creativity fills me up, I’m filled to bursting

Most fans don’t understand, never stop demanding

I’m greeted everywhere, yet my needs go unanswered

Keep on searching frantically, an un-partnered ball room dancer