Mediha F. Saliba
She is the music muse that protects
insects whose distinct rhythms
echo in all countries,
songbirds whose long pulsing runs
help the sun to rise and the moon to grow full,
whales whose haunting descants
have lullabied the sea and whispered to sailors.
But man, busy with information is deafened by
the hum of swiftly moving technology.
He has let Calliope topple from her pedestal,
a relic to old beliefs, forgetting
man is not the audience
but rather a member of her orchestra.