Broken chords
Broken locks
The open is gate
The soft is music
The lost is world
Lost and found
In the name of music
In the name of love.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Of Adulation
THE STRANGE BEAUTY OF A GOOD WOMAN
What, is it?
Struck, like thunderbolt
Thunder, and lightning
Yet gentle, as falling snow
Omnipresent, like substance
Everywhere, you turn it is
You cannot, hide away
From it
Once, it has caught you
In its tender, net –
It is love, some say
Pure, selfless love, they say
It is strange, is all I know
Makes, you ashamed
Afraid
And, after you have conquered, yourself
Weathered, shame and fear
It makes, you humble
And all you want, to do now
Strange
Is serve, the Almighty.
This is what, it does to you
This is what, it does to you
The strange beauty
Of, a good woman.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
ONE SONG
If music is the universal language
Then who will teach
Me how to interpret
For example, say,
The language of the stars
The language of water
The body-language of true lovers
The language unspoken
And the language unheard…?
If music be the universal language
How come no-one hears
The songs of heaven
That are sung in celestial gardens
And descend into the earth every new day?
Or, if we hear
How come we do not understand?
It is very strange
This strange communication gap
Because everywhere I turn
Every sound is music
And every language is a song
More or less forgotten
More or less alive.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije..
WHAT IS MUSIC?
I do not know
What music is…
But I do know that
But for my love for music
I would be dead.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
POWER OF BIRDSONG
This singing bird
Were she a bard
Would be a millionaire untold
For everyone who heard
Would find it hard
Not to shower her with silver and gold.
For singing she
Convinced the heartbroken
That pain is the pleasure of the soul
Dance me your worry
‘Tis but a small token
To pay for a broken heart sang whole.
– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 