It’s always them isn’t it? The ones who sing words that move mountains. Their words shake grounds and repair wounded souls. They are the ones with cocaine driven tantrums. They die young; flash their nether regions in public or get struck by cancer. They are the ones we call ‘troubled souls’. “Oh, what an immense talent she was”- that’s what we say when they die. They give happiness and yet, they know it not. From starting with the man in the mirror to always loving you, to sending down the rain and singing a redemption song. Jackson, Houston, Fashek, Marley and others. That in their death or demise, they discover how to gain that which they so endlessly gave others; Inspiration!