Jacquelyn Stenman

A Song

The clink of piano keys
And guitar strum
Resonate in my ears, causing goose bumps to crawl over my skin.
My heart beats along with the drum.
Every word sung,
Every note struck,
Is like a flower blooming,
My sorrows left behind for another time.
If only the world could be solved so simply.
A small song played,
And the wars raging would end,
The hungry would cease to be hungry.
All of humanity would stop and just listen.
Even the wind would stop blowing,
The rivers stop flowing,
And the whole world would be at a stand-still.
The only thing that would exist would be the song.

{Poem by Jacquelyn Stenman}