The death of music

Short poem about music.

I listen. I hate.

I listen. I hate.

I listen. I sing along.


Stop, stop, stop.

What happened to classical?

What happened to the graceful

sound of soft keys on a piano,

the sound of love and passion,

of desire.


It seems the music that started all music

has been beaten to the ground,

poisoned with hate, sex and rivalry.


I listen. I hate.

And yet I sing along.

The End

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