Yet Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

The movement with the A Minor
The long and short chords, the Maestro
Searching for the third or the fifth
Augmented or diminished, would eventually
Settle for a continuity in melody
Yet, there could have been

Something else
Than our wish, the sweeping desire
Hope, lust, power will know to never stop
To search for the next unity

Yet
The moment is now, shrinking
To its abode, without allowance
No past to account, no future

Yet, Something we sat to know
Or touch
A belief or just an answer
Searching for a question
A construct waiting to rewind to its
Awaiting constituents

We are stopped in this uncertainty
The flow is forward
The search is even
A question or an answer will
Eventually settle for a variation
In impression

Somewhere, no new discovery will yield
No sacrifice more deep

Yet, from the diminished
Or the augmented, the crescendo rises
Above the theme,
Not to announce or to leave

Just a momentary pause
No past to account, no future
Yet, united in hope
Or a silent sacrifice,
The theme finds its way