Musical Mortality

Musical mortality It is so white the palest thing you will ever see there is nothing black about death it is a screen that hums endlessly. The echo of eternity the song of cosmos and it keeps you awake at night even if you play music laud enough to tear down stone walls. No mufflers can stop it because it comes from your head tells of mortality when you have lit a cigarette and enjoy a nice glass of white wine The sin of your father, tobacco, they piped it inhaled and chewed to stop the infernal hum and yet they died till the silence was total. Dry soil hitting the lid of your mother´s coffin and a new sound was added to the hum, a symphony of death tolls, there is no escape. So you play your accordion compose a dirge drink the whole bottle of wine and waits for dawn and human noises to drown the hum.