Another Failed Attempt

One more less-than-mediocre stab at the Voices assignment:

Even after Elvis bowed down to the next generation of music atop his ivory throne of defecation, while still holding onto all the honor, glory, and racecar movies he had collected for himself in this world (Kings can do that, you know),
After our Queen Freddy waved goodbye from his big, lonely mansion of leather pants with studded crotches and creamy baby grands,
After Janis Joplin, sugar mama of the blues, left behind the ball and chain for which we fell in love with her,
Lord of the Music passed down his passion, his creativity, his taste and his rhythm to a white-haired little girl in a pixie costume.