It’s music day every day in my household, thanks to my wife Mary Lee Bragg.
This poem appears in the new Community anthology from Gertrude’s Writing Room.
Day one of the lockdown she said
she would play the Gnossiennes each day
until the plague passed over and real life resumed.
Now it’s nearing day four hundred
she’s quarantined and the ICUs are full
still the light play of fingers on the keyboard
brings a few moments’ peace to her day.
It’s spring again. She opens her window
and spreads the music’s calm composure
over the socially distanced street.
P.S. On World Music Day 2022, COVID-19 goes on, and so does the music.