Sometimes I wish I could play more notes of blissful rapture…
Especially joyful music that favors dance of whimsy…
But…my heartstrings seem auto-tuned to the minor chords of major drama…
To the melancholic melodies of human angst,
Where the voice of maudlin ballads, warns of love pleading for its life…
Alas, we are vibrating to the frequency of man’s self orchestrated disharmony,
Where failing as ensembles, we’ve become defecting soloists,
One man bands, lip synching wordless muzak to tone deaf zombies,
The requiem swan song for love lost humanity, cardiac arrested…
So far love beat; we can no longer find our pulse…
As sworn instrument of hope, I’m called to re-master love’s dissonance…
Rearranging once cherished duets, now soured into churlish duels…
Rescuing discordant hearts from self imprisoned heartlessness…
But, I must break in; so we can break out,
So that our Father’s symphony does not end in loveless death’s dirge…
Our cell door opens freely from within, my fellow love locked…
But, are we ready to abandon the asylum of our concerted cacophony?
Needles scratching their frenzied rhythmics, in worn out grooves,
Spinning love-sick sounds, wistfully mourning what could have, been,
If only we’d stand up for loving…our universal anthem…