A Poem
By Sinenhlanhla MlilowokuNqoba Maphezabantu
The drums, the bass, the piano and the trumpet
Keep my heart pumping,
When I am overwhelmed by life’s thorny branches,
My back too frail to carry the load,
It’s then that I need my earphones
To let the music serenade my rugged edges
So that I become the person I was before the contamination
Go on, feast your eyes at my attempts
I am a work of art after all
While you’re doing that, I am busy listening to the instruments
For my salvation lies there
