The nexus of a reason why
Six minutes in a flash
They say that rock will never die
Dust to dust and ash to ash
We waited with our tickets
Stamped our hands and stepped inside
You smiled at me and took my arm
Said, “Let’s get a drink.”
Beauty draped around your face
Neon purple, blue, and pink
Is destiny consumerism?
A history of mesmerism?
The source of life in moments
Sons and daughters, happy, dancing
On a ceiling full of flame
Only memory remains
Right this way, your future’s waiting
Do you think you’d know? Could you tell?
Exactly when you entered hell?
Or is heaven much the same?
Another story now unfolds
One hundred souls
One hundred names
How long does it sincerely take
To steal our breath?
To conjure death?
With guitar strings
With drums and bass
Replacing time with memories
Heartbreak anniversaries
A page full of obituaries
And stars for stinging eyes
The music stops before it ends
The radio repeats the lies
The DJ spins the song and cries
How rock and roll will never die
You kissed my face much like before
Waiting at the backstage door
The opening act was nothing much
But still, I felt your loving touch
Your hand upon my back
Like words of love upon a page
This cattywampus, dive bar place
The venue would soon be a cage
Of charcoal mixed with blood
For February remembers when
Those seconds burned to salt
And who’s to blame?
And who’s at fault?
These moments into minutes melt
How many was it? Do you recall?
Six minutes, to be precise
Yes, time flies when we’re having fun
We miss the chance to cut and run
Music playing somewhere
There’s a tune inside my head
It always ends around the middle
Some riddle, more a taradiddle
No need to wonder why
The nexus of a reason why
The facts are framed for all to see
Like red rain sideways through the sky
Heaven’s stairway, by and by
A funeral dirge as angel’s cry
That rock and roll is just a lie
Trying to find the exit door
The night turns black in frantic blooms
The minutes fly so fast (or flew)
You looked so pretty in your dress
He looked so handsome; to be sure
I’ll be back in just a minute
He smiles brightly, walks away
How strange that statement sounds
One minute, two minutes, three and then
The music starts, the scene begins
Lifetimes flash before the eyes
Seconds into minutes, die
You called his name
“Where’s my husband?”
He shouted out,
“Where is my bride?”
They pushed you to an open door
A wave into a wall
The innocence of panic
Rears its head with fears of flight
The night doth have a thousand eyes
Sialoquent, our mouths are dry
Now hurry up and wait

It’s far too late, the clocks have stopped
The music ended hours ago
I watched you walking through the fire
No flames did touch your skin
Chaos all around your hair
But you remained unscathed
The building falls around our feet
Like waves of burning coal
As angels shine inside the smoke
Searching for new souls
Now we stand inside the sun
Our tickets in our hands
Waiting for the show to start
An audience of broken hearts
Silence now surrounds the times
A field of markers much as graves
A concert full of tears we saved
Names engraved on tribute walls
Prayers cling fast to sacred halls
White balloons for cobalt skies
The clouds abound with grey despise
The nature of the song’s a lie
For rock and roll has surely died

TM DiSarro
©2025 TM DiSarro/ MindScapes Publishing
From my new book: THE MEMORY OF RAIN