The Music Of The Soul Poem by Agbola Oluseyi

Jigolo ajigube ajigubelu
Sounds the staggering beat of the soul
Neither as harp nor sting
Beats loudly but silently
A music of the soul it's called

Shocking and knowing
Tending to the post of death
at the side of life?
But surely of death
The music of the soul? The music of the dead
For the living is the dead
And the dead is the living

Neither stable nor stopable
Nice flow from womb to tomb
Of it's source it daily sings:
Home! Home!
When shall I see my home?
That my host will be as dust
After a seperation