My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
- "My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold", William Wordsworth
Michael Joseph Jackson was a mystery, miracle and maestro rolled into one package. From his days as the lead vocalist for Jackson Five to his extremely successful career as a solo artist, Jackson had the power to connect people from all persuasions. He ignited that tender part of our humanity which usually got imprisoned under the tyranny of emergency and deadlines. His songs evoked the noblest response from the most unlikely and became his tool to ask the world of his time to look past fickleness into the eyes of the future. No artist, and I dare to say, not even the Beatles and Elvis, has had such a global pop appeal, transcending race, culture and nationality. From America to Africa, from Asia to Australia, from Europe to Antarctica, the music of Michael Jackson resonated with the wants and wishes of the human soul. With dance and dexterity, with clarity and charm, with voice and verve, he walked this earth as a human being. An imperfect human being in the elusive chase after perfection. He loved and cried like us. He lived and crooned to love like us. He genuinely wanted to help people, to pay his dues in this great theater of life. He was the us we forget amidst life’s many demands and distractions.
We have lost someone iconic. Actually, an iconoclast. Michael Jackson is gone and the void can never be filled. Not in this lifetime.