The wait has been interminable,
The trailing silence most deafening.
Patience comes to mollify,
Mopping our despair
Bringing the same hackneyed tides
That have gone with the dinosaurs.
Our eardrums are left groaning
Wearied by the din of these disguised minstrels.
They feign melodious performances,
They string their strange notes,
Their music has drowned them
Their own songs have brought intoxication,
Stabbing the hapless hearers with perplexity.
The rhythm that rocked our soul
Is buried in the cacophony.
What we call audible
Is the harbinger of strains to the ears
Of these people,
Who falter in the hope of listening
To the faintest rhythm.
Bring back the music
Lest we fool ourselves with dancing
And become drunk with the illusion
That continues to cajole us
To dance when the music is empty.
We crave those moments
When we need not linger in the anxiety
Of tomorrow’s threat
Of the inauspicious nature of today
Of the haunting apparition of yesterday.
We crave those times
When music could be the food
That the soul truly thrived on