and then.. the music fires a sign
of a good.. bye
heavy tones and choired light voices
tune up to a perfectly harmonious
song in sranang:
ma san/di kon – why – waarom?
automatically my body starts a subtle rocking
and unconsciously a low hum slips through my lips
I try to listen, hear the tones and the words
I try to look, see the coffin and the flowers
I try to walk, march along with them
but I can’t, really
pinned down to the ground I notice my body’s response
.. I reckon it’s a beautiful song
yet all I can hear
is the sore moaning..
of a deep pain
that cuts through all that is
cuz now
‘all’ dont matter no more
its just you
and this
right now
‘this’
is what becomes
all that matters
the moaning of..
no believe
no acceptance
no letting go
no more
the moaning of her
.. the woman in mourning
—
love is what brought me there, to you
love is what linked me here, to her, Him, them
and I quote:
linking this chain
of Love
is what He (still) does
(and we will continue doing)
In Memoriam:
H.B.
