Sometimes it
Snows in April.
Isn’t that what
U said?
Last April,
it not
Only snowed.
There was
Purple Rain
In Minnesota.
Fans gathered
At First Avenue
And Paisley Park.
Sadness, despair,
Radio silence,
The Beautiful One
Is gone too soon.
Loved by many,
Understood by few.
But u knew,
Didn’t u?
How u
Would go,
Leaving a cosmic
Void for those
Whose music
U touched.
Now there’s something
Else: The Afterworld.
Nothing compares
2 U,
Nothing ever will.
Your talent,
Your words.
Your creativity,
The way u
Moved us all.