Up raised the hands
Which was all I could see
The baton was shivering
As if curious to know the key
And then came the clarinet
With its poignant piece
The sax & the trumpet
Elevated the vivid caprice.
The floating notes
Channeled in towards me
As if being sucked in
By the “barren sea”
The lost soul had found the pitch,
As the words started to mould in
Eyes closed, hypnotised
I had totally synced in.
Suddenly a devilish echo filled the room
As the beat abruptly stopped.
And there was the draped horseman hitting again
Shining his double edged sword.
Terrorised, I turned back
And no soul, no podium was in sight.
In their place, lied the endless desert,
Spewing fire like a dragon in plight.
And there was the placard
With something written in blood red.
My feet riveted, soul stupefied,
As my lips read –
“Life is a labyrinth
Everything is a propaganda
‘Cause deep down you know,
No hay banda!”
Inspired by – Franz Kafka & David Lynch.