Jason Visconti
Churchbells
For which even a tin can now is pledging its life,
the city has been drawn by a hysterical curtain,
metals have surrendered their chords as a matter of war,
a hand has palmed the world filling it with shrills.
But soon the musical must scatter off the stage,
for silence is the grandest of steel.
Bio
I first discovered my love for poetry upon losing my mother at a young age and needing a way to express myself. Decades later, it remains my passion.