August 2017 Competition Winner

Every Music Has A Diminuendo

By Marvel Chukwudi Pephel

A man is listening and nodding to a toccata on an icy hill.
He forgets he must get down on a toboggan,
He somehow forgets the journey ahead,
And so enjoys the moment.
If he is unlucky, a sudden wind
Will blow him to death
Before his music ends.
This is how life is,
This is how we sometimes forget that the music
Of youthfulness
This, sadly, is how the music of life
Moves from a crescendo to a diminuendo.
This is how a body fades to dust…
And bones.