Living In the storm

There is no Silence.
The symphony plays on,
When the sky is slightly grey
Little birds remain chipper and play.

Also stabbing the airwaves,
Spiteful shadows in the sky.
Still......
The same song.

When the rain finally comes along
I am not afraid of the thunder,
For if I can hear it then I am safe.
Lightning has already struck
And even then if I can feel the pain,

I am alive

                   -Proveli Paragon


I wrote this while sitting on a small stool inside my recording studio.  The power had just gone out (A common thing in Tanzania during my Era)
It was a cloudy day, I had left the door open for some fresh air and was inspired by little birds that would actually have the audacity to come right in.

When I talk about "Spiteful shadows in the sky"   I mean the crows. somethimes the sound they make sounds like a a sort of stabbing to me,depending on my mood.

This was also on of the poems I recited and discussed with students at the university of Dar es salaam.