Once upon his time he played
A song of dance before decay
Became of soul that lived inside
Strung out body with music ties
His drug of choice White Horse he rode
Unto his grave one speed his mode
As fix he drew, elastic band
Wrapped round the arm of strung out man
Yet in his high he played and sang
In this state, this state of damned
Struck keys that rang at his command
Till death did part life in his hands
Tones rang sweet, his melodies
Made up the band ours much complete
But end of days of feel good time
Would catch young man with sight made blind
I'll hear for years to come the vibrant sounds
Of Vibes, of John, now not around
A friend who left too soon, too young
A man whose life went much unsung