How is my poem so far?
The gentle Nocturne sways me slowly like a tiny boat
Just waiting off a coast.
Bombs erupt just outside of the shattered window
Quiet just moments ago.
I am forced to walk home through the distressed ghetto.
A woman begs, I tell her I have to go.
My family anxiously waits for my safe return,
Not knowing if I am alive or dead because we have no phone.
The cruel soldiers have striped us of everything
And they stalk the streets at night like hunters, ready to shoot anything.
The soldiers board my family on trains
And I know that they will be mercilessly put in steel chains.
I escape with the help from an officer I know
He told me I had to go.
Knowing I would never find a single apartment.
I hide in a secret café compartment
They are ambitious fishermen and I am the last fish in the sea.
I know they will be after me.
I walk deliriously through the streets of Warsaw
But my home city has become a scrabbled jigsaw.
Buildings lie in piles
The disaster that was my home can be seen for miles.
I wander into an empty house
Even though I know the owners are not home, I sneak in like a mouse.
I look up the grand staircase into the eyes of a stranger.
I automatically expected danger
He asked me, in his nice clean German uniform
If I would perform
I sat down at a piano, not having even touched one in years
My hands started to shake with fear.
As I started to push down on the worn and dusty keys
I began to think, “Oh God please”.
Soon I felt like I could play for an eternity
And I found myself in a familiar place of serenity.
This is it so far!!