Refuge Poem by Etienne Charilaou

May you be spared from a slow computer.
May you by evil not be ensnared.
The relentless heavy orgel,
densely packed with notes - this is Bach,
on a quiet, sombre-ish day - fitting - ignore the the past tense, the present is imperfect, the future equally drab.
Godzilla pounds amid suburbian silence - heavy empty spaces where no people are seen or heard. In this little spot there's no one but the solitary and the ailing - both quiet.
Only the music plays in a world devoid, even birds are silent.
Hallelujah! It's the Wachet Auf.