Lightning Fades, Echoes Remain

His final exit was quiet—perhaps too ordinary for a man whose voice once sounded like the sky breaking open. There is a jarring dissonance in the silence that follows such a vibrant life. However, every time that impossible, soaring high note rises from an old record, it feels less like a ghost of nostalgia and more like an undeniable proof. Some departures are merely physical. Some voices, it seems, simply refuse to learn how to die. He remains, etched into the grooves of our history, still striking, still echoing, and still perfectly, hauntingly alive.