It was at Rockin' the Vine, a gathering where spirits soar and hearts beat in unison to the rhythm of dreams. There, amidst the vine's embrace, I bore witness to a soul ascending beyond the stage’s edge. Marirose Powell, a beacon of light in the dimming dusk, stepped into the crowd, blurring the lines that divide us.

With every step, she wove a tapestry of unity, her voice a thread binding us closer. In that sacred space, where the air hummed with our collective breaths, she sang. Her melody, a river flowing through the crevices of our guarded hearts, carried us to a place where only music dared to tread. It was an act of love, a communion shared between artist and audience, transcending the confines of our earthly realm.

I saw the reflection of our shared humanity, a reminder of the invisible threads that connect us all. Marirose, in her fearless vulnerability, reminded me that to sing is to speak the language of the soul, to step off the stage is to step into the hearts of those who listen.

We, her family, her fellow artist of which are so so many, and fans countless be told, carry her legacy within us all—a beacon guiding us through the shadows. In her honor, I pen this small short ode, a tribute not just to a moment, but to the essence of Marirose herself. For in that magical musical moment, she transcended the mortal coil, becoming a symphony that echoes through the ages.

Let this be a monument to her spirit, a melody carved in the annals of time, reminding us that when an artist and the crowd unite in a moment of pure connection, the music never ends; it transforms, it transcends, it immortalizes.

Marirose, in your departure from the stage of life, you've left behind a legacy of moments that continue to sing, to connect, to heal. In the hallowed halls of memory, your song plays on, a never-ending encore to the magical musical moment you gifted us all.

Ah, to grasp the enchantment of life's encore, that sweet, lingering note which hovers in the air long after the melody has ceased. Imagine if we could, with the gentlest of whispers, call forth the essence of moments past, reviving them in a shimmering light, letting them dance once more upon the stage of our existence.

In this divine encore, let us not be mere spectators but fervent participants, embracing each reprisal with open hearts and minds. Let us carry forward the melody of love, of kindness, of compassion, playing it out in the grand orchestra of humanity. For in this encore, we find the true magic of existence—the ability to sing our song anew, to mend the broken notes, to harmonize with those around us.

So, let us cherish this encore, this blessed continuation, as a gift of time's tender mercy. May we dance in its light, sing in its shadow, and love in its embrace, knowing that in the magic of life's encore, we find the truest expression of our enduring spirit.

Thank you for the music...it matters.

Lil Joe.