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In the end, there will be music

Published by Ondrej on March 11, 2022

The rhythmic pat of the drum
and the soft touch of the piano keys
is all that’s truly stable
in a world that is abominable.

So much ill and suffering
has happened since I came here last
at least I have reassuring sound of jazz
as others elsewhere are called to heavenly mass

I wish she was here
to understand and to share my sorrow
together we’d gaze into the skies and see the moon
while breathing to the pangs of Clair de lune

Indeed, all that is stable in this world
is the sound of the piano, of kindness, of love
even if others strive for it to be smothered
human generosity and truth will prevail
All will be good in the end, they say
All that’s left for us to do is help and pray.

Torrid untranquilities and ninety nice notes

Published by Ondrej on May 30, 2020

We’re a babbling bumbling band of baboons
doing nothing but complaining from our cosy cocoons.
It would be wonderful to whack our wretched worries
and the terrifyingly terrible atrocities of terror
us humble humans have hence held to hold
instead of crazy conflicts and crooked cops,
we really need ninety nice notes
from gallant gods gloating gloriously from the Garden;
then those torrid tortuous (un)tranquilities would suddenly stop starting.

Dear Christoff

Published by Ondrej on April 20, 2020

A winter field
the fog, lurking
not a budge,
not a single movement
not even a breath
makes a dent, such
places; lots of death
in times long past.

Torch flickers, snuffs out
a silence of sound
the stark noise of absence around
enveloping, sealing, like cold wax
just as these soldiers’ fates; buried in stacks
their lives – a lost whisper
heard in the still breeze.

Would they have been better off
was it a good idea, dear Christophe?
Regrets, maybe a few;
not like you can say anything new
‘tis a century we’ve been blue.
This is not because of you.

The men in suits—curse them!
Wretched pigs, can they not
put aside feelings from their cot
must others, innocent ones, answer
questions that they themselves cannot?

Ah, dear Krzysztof,
all your names
succumbing to the same flames.
Wherefore do you lie here
so far yet so near.
Into the dark, we can only peer
long time ago, dear,
now a shadow in our minds
staying put as long as history binds.