Nails hammered to leather soles
striking the Cobblestone
Screaming in the Wooden silence
of those Black and Silver days
I heard them Go
Such a Tuning Fork, that resonance
is the Background of my life
the Tapestry of Noise against which
all else Echoes
Muttering incessantly I cannot die
hold on, lest the Memory fade
in the race to Forget
I am the Wave Length of those buildings
that are no longer
I am a Frequency to those who come
revisit the places of horror
we dare not Ignore
I resonate Relentless, such ghost pains
for those who will listen, remember
and Keep Living
For those who deny, won’t hear
I drive them to Tone Madness
I, I am Sound Memory.
Art Work by Yaron Rosner
