some days maybe

some days maybe
i could agree
that humans are lethal
for each other

but then i see
it is only me
thinking who
speaks and the

sequence of days
shows me to be
grateful for each
smile and kindness

and words need not
be spears  and even
eyes can dry tears
and i re-narrate

my life, my days
not in theory but
in living, this is
wave following wave

changing the past,
this vast sea in which
i will not drown.
music goes beyond death.


note:
lupus est homo homini, non homo, quom qualis sit non novit.
Plautus, Asinaria