I will not regale you long today as I feel the music
and hopefully the poem will speak for me.
I do so hope you will listen to the music, it has a
tremendous start with musicians playing on a hill in a
Will we leave this planet
with secrets untold,
Nuggets of beauty and grief
stories of joy, maybe rue;
I fear this is so, do you agree?
Tears felled for a year or more,
playing favourite songs each night;
Because he or she was gone,
or listening to magnificent symphony
Beethoven’s Fifth it was,
resting in a warm and firm embrace
feeling death was same as life;
Float in the ether in peace never felt.
Dancing tango down the Kings Street
singing in unison, not to loud he said
the friendly policeman on beat.
Feeling exhilaration and life’s flow;
The secrets of darker hue,
those who left deep scars,
will they forever be hidden;
Like atomic waste secured.
Maybe they better remain untold?
© miriam ivarson