Amid the rage of rock and roll, a sweet sound filtered through -
in tender, velvet tones, her plea, to follow Close to You;
and, though their look would fail to fit the fashion of the day,
their melodies would mesmerise that they were here to stay.
Their parents would move west, an aim to herald a new start,
for Richard was the golden child with music in his heart:
his talent on the keyboard ever destined to go far;
while Karen, much the sporty girl, outshone by brother's star.
And LA, the Horizon, was the hub for pop and sun,
to celebrate a youthful time: We've Only Just Begun.
Young Karen would take up the drums with passion blending flair,
combining with her vocals - they would make the perfect pair.
Before too long, reward would greet their clean-cut, airy style;
in duo line up, charmingly, they shone their Sweet, Sweet Smile.
But Karen was the prize fans yearned to claim her as their own -
this Superstar who stole the show, though seated all alone.
Her Masquerade would need to go, she could no longer hide
behind her drums, the message clear: now own the stage with pride.
A bird within a gilded cage, she'd found her Hideaway
and pressure to forsake her art meant yield to others' sway.
Though Richard was creator, still the accolades would fall
on Karen's silken vocals that touched the hearts of all -
A Song for You that echoed through her words and sought to show
a peaceful calm amid the storm would chime For All We Know.
As shows and tours then multiplied, the siblings suffered strain,
but Karen's was more visible, an outward sign of pain.
A shadow of her former self, while losing still more weight,
her Yesterday Once More would seem Now hollow and too late.
And Rainy Days and Mondays escalated and would blight
a partnership in crisis mid a future once so bright.
Determinedly, she even sought a solo path (in vain),
recording her own album in her plight to take the rein.
Her life unravelled quickly as her health then took its toll;
she needed Reason to Believe, to wrestle back control.
Our Day Will Come (her long held wish) and wed, she couldn't wait
but, sadly doomed, Goodbye to Love, all hopes would dissipate.
She battled on, at last to find some Help in therapy,
but, hidden deep within, her life was fragile as could be.
She'd put on pounds to prove her will to fight her private war
but, weakened by starvation years, her heart could take no more.
Angelically, aTop the World, she Sings, from high above,
her stories of Those Good Old Dreams, forever shared with love.
In glowing harmonies that shine pure artistry sublime,
their music, still celest'ally, transcends the bounds of time.
|