Of Loss and Longing for Someone I’ve Never Met: A Message for Alon Ohel

Alon

alone

not able to stand
nor breathe
suffocating by inches
in the fetid air

in the before time
you breathed music
jazz bloomed
from your fingers

here in the underworld
nothing grows
except despair

tapping imaginary ivories
on your sunken chest
what music can they make
cramped in the
subterranean bowels
of a hell
like no other

in the square
on the other side
the side where life
limps along
there is a piano

yellow
like the stars
the Nazis
forced us to wear

now the yellow
represents
our people
stolen from their lives
and loves

by Nazis
with another name

your beautiful eyes
once looked at the world
with wonder

now nearly sightless
from shrapnel
and starvation
they look inward
struggling to hold
shadows
Imma, Abba

bending time
your mind
unspools

you were Superman
at age six
embodying all that is good
right and true

now you are 24
and for nearly two years
you have been chained

in the dank
dark
bottomless
depths

deprived of air
sustenance
with only sparse drops
of stagnant water

wrenched from
all life

you continue to tap
those black and white keys

because you still trust
the power of music
to transport you
back to the other side

where shadows
become solid

where the only darkness
is silvery moonlight

where there is peace
and unending love

and you finally see
dear precious Alon
that you were never truly
alone

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