A SONG OF HOPE IN THE AFTERMATH
A few years ago, I had the great joy of writing lyrics to and for the beautiful melodies of my friend, the jazz composer and pianist Bert Seager.
This one seems heart-breakingly appropriate in the current moment.
ANTHEM
Last night I heard the music
Songs from a broken heart
Out of a ravaged city
Where the reasons fell apart
Melodies sung by mourners
How does the soul survive
How can we bear not knowing
Will the promise stay alive?
But if someone’s writing music
In the darkness, in the ruins
There a hope of turning anger
Into solace, in a tune
On a piano, with a banjo
Or a lone voice in a room
Someone’s playing, someone’s singing
Morning’s coming, coming soon.
Never forget the sorrow
Never regret the tears
Just as the birds make morning
Voices can banish fear
‘Cause if someone’s writing music
In the darkness, in the ruins
There a hope of turning anger
Into solace, in a tune
On a piano, with a banjo
Or a lone voice in a room
Someone’s playing, someone’s singing
Morning’s coming, coming soon.
To hear ANTHEM sung by Rebecca Shrimpton
to go:
http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/bertseager3