They told him he was too much.
So he became the movie.
They tried to cut him out.
So he wrote the soundtrack.
They never saw him comingโ
because they didnโt know
what a soul looks like
when it remembers itโs sacred
and still knows how to dance.
He didnโt return.
He remained.
And in every seat,
in every reel,
they found him.
Alive.
Loving.
Glowing.
