A Capella
guitar strings broken
drum pierced and deflated
harpsichord pawned
a moth ridden curtain stuck midway
chords hang silently in quiet retreat
audience retired with petty applause
the show must go on without crowds
sotto voce all that remains
cradles crescendo’s refrain
tunes into a lonely requiem
the music has fallen long ago
notes gather dust on the sheet
usher a melody of resilience
defy the ticket collector’s flight
a poet is birthed into voice
mutes the noise in his mind
a bit sore from his message
stands alone on the soapbox
orchestrates memory’s chime
soothes the fountain of words
defers his premature epitaph
17th May 2020
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