Outside, the world was in shatters
Unacceptable
Incomprehensible
Helpless, a void filled me
I found a voice
In the keys of a piano is refuge
the highs and the lows
Were the notes that spoke of my heart
The lows sounded harsh
undebatable even
The high notes disappeared
somewhere irreversible
the highs of triumph
were happy thoughts
of the ones with laughter on their lips
the ones that cared not for grief
the ones that lived
I played as if obsessed
The need for clarity, high
If not for war, at least for love
If not for peace, at least for harmony.
Meandering towards the high notes
My fingers trail.
-shobana-
Published on Shobana's Musings, The Children of the Sun - Kindle Edition: https://shobanasmusings.blogspot.com/2025/07/the-children-of-sun-kindle-edition.html
