An old musician's complaint
The sweet sound of silence
is a balsam to my ear
in my decrepit old condition,
handicapped and martyred
by the noises of barbarity,
the brutal banging of unnatural destruction,
sound pollution, worse than any torture,
while the only natural and perfect music
comes from silence
and the softer rumours of all nature.
Therein let me lie and rest
in splendid isolation
of the perfect recreation
of environmental safety
where in humblest silence
you can hear the music of eternity
and purest universal beauty.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-05-06 at 10:01
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