Where Has the Music Gone?

1

All the young lovers, fresh out of school,
used to abound on the tops of high hills:
procreating in rotting, rusting cars;
attempting to create miracles,
or just have a bit of sweet, innocent fun.
Temptation was high; anything was possible
once one of them flicked on the stereo,
and music poured from the speakers:
brown metal, decaying with age.
The whispers from long-dead rock legends
would bring new light, and new meaning
to whatever was going on behind fogged windows.
Yet now, all is silent.
The only sounds to be heard
are the fading echos
of distant, wonderful times.
The lovers lie tangled up in each other,
unaware of what to do next.
They reach out, to cling to one another,
only to see their hands sail through
a misty, pale, and forgotten fog.
Where has the music gone?

2

The spotlights that used to glow
all across sparkling dance floors
deep in every major city
are still shining, as bright as ever.
Yet even the most luminous of colors
appear dull, weak, trite,
if there are no melodies
to accompany them all.
Bodies used to create shadows:
shifting and melting into one another
until they would all become one creature
caught up in a silver web of song.
But now, each of them stand alone,
sipping chilly margaritas.
In vain, they scan the horizons.
However, even they know that
they will never be finding
the partners left behind
when the music disappeared.


~J.V.Harker~
~Thursday 13 August 2009~