What separates us from Death

What separates us from Death?


What separates us from death?
The answer is music

The tunes of problems have
exhausted our living organs
The timing in life is abrupt
pointless and incongruent

We feel that there is no more music
can come out of this divine body
so we decide to leave it
and end this orchestratic melancholy

On our way passing the golden river
we hear the eternal tune,
the boatman sings and we can remember
when we were born
we heard it last and we cried.

Music
a fragment of freedom that we
have long forgotten
a parcel of peace that we
have since pursued
a channel for conversation that we
have carefully cherished.