A Poem by Lomaani Ranasinghe

I'm not a huge fan of writing poetry, but when it was my turn to write a blog post I decided to stray away from my comfort zone and write a poem. This morning, the band and orchestra left for the yearly Disney trip. While they were gone, it made me reflect on music and how large a role it plays in my daily life. So, while 99.9% of my friends are in Disney marching on main street, enjoy this poem I wrote about my love for music.

He holds no face, yet is most beautiful

He holds no heart, yet causes ours to pound

Amidst black keys, never more colorful

Through times of bliss, sorrow, or ire- he’s sound

The strum of a guitar on a dull day

Leaves youth dancing forever through the night

Banging of keys, keeping troubles away

Like tradition, enjoyed by candlelight

His cries fill the otherwise lifeless space

When I am crushed, he is what completes me

In times of need, he is my hiding place

Without him I’m lost, can you hear my plea?

For he’s not existing, but lives at heart

And through our lifetime we could never part