The music is stilled,
No sound of melody fills the fearsome air,
No chord, no harmony is found,
The sky — it reeks with despair,
Taunting our hearts,
The call of death is near,
Tears chilled by grief and fear,
Like water formed to ice, the melody is stilled.
© 2004 Danilo Quddus Stern-Sapad.
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