The Unfamous Philharmonic Orchestra In An Abandoned Graveyard

[Justice is sweet and musical; but injustice is harsh and discordant.]- Henry David Thoreau Oh! In the moonlit night String, brass, woodwind and percussion instruments shine like gold, A criminal who plays the violin and the piano concerto with a single flute amazing the midwife soprano's voice the barber strums his classical guitar The dumb usually begged along the church street blows his clarinet poor bearded father holds a heavy sacred book and he stands nearby a politician's tomb. This reminds me Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky's ballet Swan Lake when the beautiful girls come out from their graves with garland of flowers. How beautiful the illusory life here on burial grounds when you compare with the bitter reality? *I was really tempted by the poet Edgar Lee Master's 'Spoon river anthology'