Sorrow made you Dance
Worry made your heart beat
So did Love
Even Anger, even Hatred, and Fear
Made you move, you danced along
To Surprise, Curiousity, Longing for more
The Loneliness Shuffle, Regret backslides
Even Forgiveness has an ironic Twist to it
Because who really forgets?
Life the musician is not superficial
Live Music not artificial
Life makes Mature Music for
Old and Young maturing Spirits.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
If you keep it free and open
It will find a friend
It will make a headway into
Yet another start
If you act like you were rhyming
Though you’re far from it
Those who dance along will wander
Why no-one else hears
The masterpiece within the picture,
Why nobody feels
The music in the melody
The magic in the air.
che chidi chukwumerije
But require of me not that I dissect and demystify and recloak in petty words every poem, every rhyme, every song I write… and too many words obscure the subtle effect of the dancing touch of inspirational truth resting within the breast of true poetry…
Do you feel the stirring? Do you taste the salt? Do you hear the unbroken chant of spirit and light? Do you feel something…? If you do not, then you have no question. But if you do, then how come you do not understand the question in your own heart, when the language is yours and yours alone?
The dancing touch of poetry is more elocutive the less it is worded and worded too quickly…
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.