A poem for Peter Oliver.

A Harmonic

May choruses and melodious harmonies resound,
These darkest days be shackled and bound.
May light shine upon these moments of gloom,
With song and cadence resign our doom.

Here you'll find a relic of your destiny,
Silently reverberate through humankind history.
With your breath come alive it shall,
And break these bonds that makes us thrall.

Free our spirits from our ultimate fate,
And feel the rises and falls collate.
Be free, be free! Let this heavenly instrument;
be the captors of your torment!

-Alan Liau (Dec2012)