In an instant,
the celebrations,
had turned,
into gloom.
The drums,
announcing,
a marriage,
were stripped.
The song,
of death,
had needed,
no instrument.
In an instant,
a mishappening,
a singular event,
could turn heads.
Why then,
do heads,
not find a way,
to do the opposite?
If energy,
can destroy,
in a flick,
it can create.
And be created,
by little sparks,
that pass by,
every moment.
In an instant,
the gloom,
had ended,
and joy returned.
For death,
had died,
long enough,
to be set aside.