Let Those Who Have Ears Hear

Written by: laszlo kecsedi

A pilgrim stood at an intersection of time and space
Waiting for a sign, a revelation, some kind of saving grace
Questions heavy as a millstone made him hang his head low
Wondering why the heavens are silent; why it is sadly so

The melody of a song suddenly reached his ear
It was soothing, dissipating dark clouds of fear
He forgot about his questions and worries for an instant
In that moment joy and happiness from him were not so distant

The music filled him, vibrating, shaking his every cell
This ecstasy lasted till the sudden tolling of a funeral bell 
To make it stop he ran to the temple and pushed open the door
But by then the melody was gone, and he could hear it no more

“No, no! It couldn’t have gone, it couldn’t have died!”
“Give me back my hope, my faith!” desperately he cried
The sound of death was too loud, harsh and strong
But to listen with the heart one can never go wrong

The joyous melody was always there – now he knew
It never left him, away from him It never flew
It was the symphony of death with its barbarous beat
Trying to hide It - hoping that they two would never meet