Why happens all

Why happiness is for short
Amidst the smoke, lights and laughter
Along all smiles and cheers thereafter:

A sound is bled, wrung free from strings
It bounds and treads and wholly sings
Inside each song, the secret moved
Not too right nor wrong

But as frequent as it always had proved.

The message dances from bow to ear;
A coded trance of love and fear
From left to right the story rings
Of Death and Light, that the assonance brings.

The covert tale engulfs the room
It vibrates truth to those who loom
It knows for why it is played
Its secret lost, both gone and stayed.

In all of smoke and light and laughter
Music and cries thereafter

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