My wife’s the reason anything gets done
She nudges me towards promise by degrees
She is a perfect symphony of one
Our son is her most beautiful reprise.
We chase the melodies that seem to find us
Until they’re finished songs and start to play
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us
That nothing here is promised, not one day.
This show is proof that history remembers
We lived through times when hate and fear seemed stronger;
We rise and fall and light from dying embers, remembrances that hope and love last longer
And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.
I sing Vanessa’s symphony, Eliza tells her story
Now fill the world with music, love and pride.
– Lin-Manuel Miranda
Image: love by Beat Tschanz via Flickr.
Quoting from Mr. Hamilton! I love it!
Yes. I loved his speech. Don’t think I will ever be able to make it to the play, but husband entered us in the lottery. 🙂
Great quote. I think you know how I feel from the poem I posted this week. My heart aches.
Your poem was beautiful, Ayala. So tragic…
Love is, indeed, love. Amen. The center of life and all that, in the end, remains and matters.