It seemed dumb and embarrassing to write something a dead
famous guy I didn't meet, but going through your book again
gave me an excuse, because you did it all the time.

I think it was last year when Stephanie asked me whose live
concert I'd like to see the most, and my answer was yours,
before I'll never get the chance again.
Along with a lot of realisations we had to face lately, that
dream too, is broken.

By reading the words, looking at the lines, listening to the
notes - we realise another person feels the same, we
empathize, we acknowledge another's pain, we make a tiny
step towards feeling better about it.
We create, to make others connect in a similar manner.

Or, quoting someone you already quoted,
"Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music"