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