Tom Jones Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

A voice like velvet thunder,
rising from the depths
of raw desire
and midnight dreams.

He did not sing-
he summoned storms,
each note a flame,
each lyric a longing.

From dusty pubs to velvet stages,
he wore fame like a second skin,
but never lost
the fire in his gaze,
the grit in his soul.

He made hearts tremble
and hips sway,
a gentleman outlaw
with a golden roar.

And though time moves on,
his voice lingers-
timeless,
bold,
alive.