Here I am.
Singing the poem that I wrote.
Did NOT intend to make it a song when I wrote it.
It just happened.
(See post below from Friday, October 14th....)
No Music in Hell
by Theresa Arnold
No music will chime
In a fiery ring
No harmony, melody, lyrics will sing
No 4/4 or 6/8
Or waltz will appear
People won’t see and they surely won’t hear.
No Mozart or Beethoven
And Shubert and Bach and Tchaikovsky will die
No bluegrass no country
No rock and no blues
And folk, funk, and polka will disappear too.
The A’s thru the G’s
And all notes in between
Are banished forever, Hell’s eternity
No one will whistle
Or hum soft and low
Hell is not Heaven where music will flow.
They’ll be no relief
Or comforting croons
Hell’s clamor or whispers will be the new tunes
When outro breath’s taken
And souls rise and fall
Will music continue or cease…that is all.