Music During a Diseased Time
Poem 1 – Music’s Nature
Though we’re separate
The nature of music is
To bridge that large gap
Poem 2 – Can You Hear My Song?
Can you hear my song?
Though it lacks the words to express itself
I’ve been playing all day long
To reach you myself.
The music is carried on the wind
To places unseen.
It travels on a whim
To places I have never been.
I know you are locked behind your walls
But open a window and you’ll find
My song has travelled and it is all
You will need to unwind.
So open the window
And undue the blind.
Here I go
May my song reach you this time.
Poem 3 – The Constant Connector
In times past I have seen
For I am far from green
An often repeated scene.
A disease wreaks havoc
Now it is back in the habit
Of catching people like a trap does a rabbit.
At first there is sorrow
And fear of the morrow
But then something different follows
It is heard on a balcony
And travels over land and sea
It is doing so now thanks to technology
What do I hear
That replaces that fear?
Something I look forward to year after year.
It is music that plays
Beneath sun and moon rays
And it brings a smile to everyone’s face.
Yes, music connects
As well as protects
Its listeners from being in sorrow up to their necks.
So here’s what to do
Though your friend’s far from you
Deliver that music, with the help of a signal or two.
Poem 4 – An Instrumental Weapon
It starts rather quietly
Riding upon the wind
From a lofty place
The music descends
A door opens to a balcony
A weapon is drawn
To combat the despair
That has made us its pawn
Not your average weapon
It’s of a more friendly kind
It is a tool for playing
Most of the time
The weapon is an instrument
And soon you will hear
The sweet music it plays
Listen closely, come near
The music connects us
By a thin strand of hope
With it we’ll surpass the sorrow
Will it ever cease? Nope!
Poem 5 – The key to hope
The pandemic arises
All is locked down
People of all sizes
Bear on their countenance a frown
A loophole is found
And without leaving home
We all gather ‘round
Through a TV or phone
The countdown begins
They strike up their tune
And we know once again
That joy reaches the moon
So through the musical keys
Hope is unlocked
So sit tight and squeeze
Out the loneliness run amok
The distance is bridged
The music flies free
Hope and joy unabridged
Reign over you and me
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