For Jaki
Listen neighbour friend, Not our ninth symphony but a song cycle, Where the whimper becomes a roar. You bring the wind and I’ll bring the string. Come dance a jig, waltz, Charleston, move slowly, move quickly, just move. Play andante, allegro, just play in time or out Off-key or not- don’t stop don’t stop.
Come neighbour friend, You bring the wind and I’ll bring the string. Rouse the feline chorus with a disquieting whir. And we’ll play as we dance over moss coated pavers, spring planters and silent doors. And if we fall let us rise, If we can’t play, let us sing. If we can’t sing, let us shout. This is not our 9th symphony so let our whimper be a roar.
Like that, neighbour friend. You move the wind while I move the string. This is not our 9th symphony, And our whimper is a roar. Two four, three four four four- Keep playing, keep dancing. Drown their war words with soul song. Drown their shatter words, their bludgeon words. All those weapon words that fracture the air.
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