GloPoWriMo2019 Day Twenty-two

Today the fools sing.

It has been suggested, somewhere or other,
That music is a universal language.
The wordy can talk to the wordless via notes
And rests, and artificial borders
Of the sort that languages create are rendered
Ephemeral and transitory by a whistled melody.

So, as the ship of fools prepares to sail,
Perhaps it should emulate the ferry that sails
Each day from North Shields and serenade
Its foolish crew with 'Anchors Aweigh' so that they
Might understand that their vessel is leaving
The safety of a known harbour and steaming
Its way out into unknown and uncharted waters?

Or maybe we should just accept that music
Can contain cliche, and that however bad the
Tragedy that blights our lives, friends will
Apparently comfort us and we will find
Beauty in seeing snowdrops in the rain.

(c) 2ndwitch, 22/04/19