MUSIC
You could hear the centuries of turmoil
in the music
the centuries long identity crisis
(the Slavic occupation and
the Turkish infiltration)
and how we’ve tried to blend the two
and with music
it’s melodic
You could hear the people
to the right of history the ones
that never seem to ask for anything
only that they’re heard
and that’s where this all comes from
this music
these 4/4 counts
of turmoil
You could hear the pain it all comes with
it translates in voices
Then you couldn’t hear anything.
And then you could hear again
the dinners around the tables
the laughs of grandmothers
the remarks of her daughter
the boiling of coffee
the shuffling of cards
the prayer song just past noon
the chirping of pigeons
the selling of bird seed
the empty seats
There is just over 100,000 fewer voices
and four more years
of turmoil