Another War

Chopin doesn't come easily to me. I am hearing just now far shooting. Reading about another war, horrendous in a different way. I am always distracted, half attending, eating chocolate, expecting interruption. The harmonies are dense and slippery, the melodies spin on without repeating, the rhythm winds up, skips, unfurls, and when I get in the groove and hit the right notes it is divine, my heart flies. Plays possess my time but only movies take me away. There are always wars, unfortunate for those caught up in them. Let it not be me, let it not be anyone.