~For Miljenko~

He can pull a note from the deepest spool
Unravel it til you think he's got no more
Then draw you higher dimensions--
Blazing past power lines and ski lifts,
He'll collect it and lasso the northernmost
Of stars and dreams and possibilities.

He'll string an F5 with poise and patience,
Weaving it through snow-capped summits,
Then pivot, crack it like a whip--
A white hot bolt breaking stagnant air

His legacy supersedes every horizon
A surefire siren by the hands of nature
He'll live inside the pulse of your ears
For long after the music completes its signature

© Jaz Rogers