Jun 2019
The music has ceased to play
a harmony that was blessed
to be replaced by muted tears
or discord of infernal tunes
the party lapsed to the dismay
of those who sought brief escape
found within dulcet tones
absent in the aftermath
those who dwelt within the charm
discovered more than life allowed
prospering before the fall
into realms where silence damns
a hush of the distant grave
brought forward to the present day
a stillness that conspires within
when music ceased to play.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190627.
a harmony that was blessed
to be replaced by muted tears
or discord of infernal tunes
the party lapsed to the dismay
of those who sought brief escape
found within dulcet tones
absent in the aftermath
those who dwelt within the charm
discovered more than life allowed
prospering before the fall
into realms where silence damns
a hush of the distant grave
brought forward to the present day
a stillness that conspires within
when music ceased to play.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190627.
The poem “Ceased to Play” was inspired by a particularly expressive evening, one that allowed me to freely state who I am. Sadly the music did stop when normative reality returned.
