The flat keys

No war to fight for... No revolution to dream of... Just art

How am I supposed to know
That the world will come to a grinding halt
And put life in a reverse gear

 

How am I supposed to remember
That nature teaches life’s lesson
In its inimitable ways

 

No war to fight for
No revolution to dream of
Just art
In its small ways
Tuning the world
Of the flat keys
Of the flat keys

 

And when the world starts
To play its music again

 

With the cicadas and the song thrushes
I wish you wait for me
I wish you wait for me

First Published: July 12, 2020, 11:31 a.m.