music at the funeral

throw my hand down,
hold my head up high.
listen without hearing,
their pride excites me.

a beat pounding,
a smooth tune going,
liveliness with every note,
my courage influences me.

a casket in the cornor,
but no death here;
life in every orifice,
his silence powers me.

no one will cry,
everyone will dance,
he only wanted joy.
friends' laughter thrills me.

a cloak in the doorway,
causes a fright,
but he only wishes to dance.
death's prensence inspires me.

---mindie bolce