A tear that hangs inside my soul forever..

I have become completely ensconced in Jeff Buckley the last couple of weeks. I mean entirely, thoroughly, utterly and undeniably consumed by him and his life and works. I have always lauded him as a musician above all others, but I have only just started reading his book and have since been listening exclusively to him, paralleling his journey in 'Dream Brother' with tracks from his albums. It is a haunting process. Even though I know the outcome of the book, where the story physically ends etc, I still can't help reading it with hope that he lives. That another album will come out soon. That this musical gift in the form of a waifish man will continue to evolve and develop and share this with the rest of the world.  It almost makes me ashamed the whilst Jeff's most important, and significant relationship is with music, almost everything else falls by the wayside, mine is with people. And don't get me wrong, I love people. I don't want to be a recluse, but I wish my passion took a strong hold on my like music did for Jeff. That was his one focus, ambition, desire, and fuel for life. It gave him energy and fire. Things which I do not possess. And then there is my blatant attraction to him. Oh god he is aaaaaaaaaaamazn. I am in love with a stranger.