Sweet Music Poem by Maliba Ramatlhape

Like a moth to a flame she is perpetually drawn to them, with different masks, they utter the same words they speak the same way. One by one, each after the other, they flatter her, chameleon-like they reflect her emotions, her hopes and her dreams.

Is it something in her, a vulnerability, pulling them in her direction, tempting them with sweet music only they can hear, music so captivating, they can't help but stay a little while, and dance for a little while.

All of a sudden as if a bell has rung, or a trumpet has sounded, they disappear, one after the other, each continue with their own journey, to their intended soulmate, leaving her all by herself, sobbing and stumbling, as she spins around and around, in a solo dance to her sweet music.

November 2016