|Orchestra section from Fantasia|
The old age home applies the mute to brass—
and woodwinds, too--in broken orchestras
and concerts with too many empty seats.
Get close enough to listen and you’ll weep.
Get closer yet and hear aged narratives:
Percussion delivers their heartbeat still.
Should they rise, this collection of discarded
instruments? should they ride on strings to homes
and play louder and longer than welcome?
Can this last home now guard the new world’s soul—
the one we fear we’ve lost along with pure notes
and dissonance, along with sound and sense?
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