People talk loudly over
the cacophony
The sounds reverberate
and abound
People nod in the
right places
Hoping they heard
correctly
The words lost in
the musicians play
Beaten out by the
drummers thwacks
The singer drowned
out
By the instrument’s
play
And the peoples
merriment
Too weak to be
heard in song
Lost with other
voices is his
Jumbled into a
confused mess
But the band
played on
As people drank
and slurred
The music sank
in their psyche
Comforting them
on a tide of alcohol
So the band rattled
out scores of songs
Playing through a
jungle of noise
But always the band
played on
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Oct 20, 2014
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