On this day, exactly one year ago, a good man left us.
 
He single-handedly made me like a genre that I thought I would never like.
Not for showing me how music is supposed to be, but how music simply is.
 
It was creative, it was artistic.
 
It was liberating.
 
It made me believe, once again, that music could be something more...
 
Unfortunately, his blessings were cut short too soon, today, one year ago.
 
I never thought I'd be as affected as I would be,
By the loss of someone I didn't even know.
 
So, Mr. Seba, thank you.
 
I hope you found some peace,
Watching the sun rise on this silver morning,
On the shores of this life,
Or in the next.
 
You left us too soon,
But you'll always be there
Everytime I press play.