A poem on International Piano day
Play the piano for me.
I wish to hear music.
Play notes to calm my fears,
Soothing my soul from anxiety.
I live in a world ripped apart by sounds
gurgling up from the bowels of hell.
Bombs, missiles, bullets,
Angry tanks, guttural sounds of soldiers.
Many are far from home, tired too, hungry.
Sucked in by masters whose only language is hatred.
Their words a cacophony of crashing disharmony
mixed with disillusionment.
Such cankered and disfigured hearts,
no longer at one with the music that created them.
Buildings shake and discard the rubble of their former life.
Incessant noise, unceasing ruin.
Wars begin in hearts crumpled by demonic blackness.
Is this hell?
Despair. The concerto of annihilation.
But, if you play music to us,
We may find a way out of all this.
Your sound of note caressing note,
sprinkles kindness over us , and love;
showing us where we need to be.
As the piano music lifts my heart,
I hear it’s tune –
There is more than hell on earth.
There is earth raised up to heaven.
Mr G. 29.3.2022
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