Gaa-Yaa-Guem

Music alters our being, the DNA of our senses
Our thoughts, perceptions, the air we breathe

I sought the droplets of sound from my past
Sometimes whining, twining, arching elliptical
Notes I never heard....

Trying to make sense of where we are
All from -
Has never been easy

Hearing the news of another
Muslim girl/boy
Fled to a warring battlefield to face

The destiny their parents deserted

The heritage that never was (was it pure terrorism)

Someone somewhere (CS Lewis? but not just him - so many before, and after)
Noted the call to belong
Ingrained within our DNA

I have a way back
Not many have that luxury
But will I use that power
To find my way back
And maybe it's not the way
Back

They say between love and hate there is but a thin line
So it goes with high art and clichés

Such a fine balancing act we must put on -

And between the future and the past
An even thinner partition
That hardly divides
But is another blossom
Gift of gods
To us.