Joy and pain intertwined in a minor key duet,
each strain cascaded down this chasm of life.
The darkness engulfed, but we were given lips
to whistle joy into the night, waiting for the sun
to spread its harmonic majors and remind us
of the day when the night will be be no more.
Let your fingers linger over the melancholy tunes
as worn ivory proclaims humanity; life and death,
but always life. Play a nocturne and mourn the night,
but rise with a smile, as surely the heavens will rise
with the triumphant bridal chorus. This symphony of
life, hopes, wishes, fears; all orchestrate joy.