Piper at the gates of dawn
Syd Barrett 6 January 1946 - 7 July 2006
Fare thee well you crazy diamond,
The lone piper at the gates of dawn,
An Icarus, a Phoenix, a Painter and
A Poet. Turned away by the mystics,
For too much ‘emotional behaviour’.
You followed nobody’s lead.
Traced the life of the underwear thief,
Arnold Layne. Saw Emily play.
Cut your teeth on mescaline.
Lived another day. 'Fame'
Provoked a sarcastic sneer.
For this alone the Madcap Laughs.
Throwing your money away you made hay
While the sun shone.
Lived, so sadly, in a distant place,
A broken down place, a place called home.
Once-upon-a-time, in your 1960s hey-day
Before yet another visit to the Institution
You burnt your canvases
Photographed the ashes.
Time in your beautiful, fractured mind never quite
Chimed and, anyway, your music was sublime.