Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.Kahlil Gibran
Our world has come to an awkward cadence.
Poco a poco an invisible virtuoso has taken hold.
We are sheltering a-cappella – one or two or a family
without our daily accompaniments.
We long for a melody in this new atonal reality
with its ostinato of rising cases and death tolls.
The daily recitative of politicians and medical professionals
has become an eerie refrain to a mournful dirge.
We lament in unison for those whose requiems are postponed
and hope for an accelerando in recoveries of the stricken.
This poem was inspired by a prompt by Stacey L. Joy on ethicalela.com. They are posting a prompt each day for the month of April in celebration of National Poetry Month. The challenge was to use musical terms in a poem.