welcome the mother

blow the trumpets.
beat the drums.
clash the cymbals.
let their sound resonate
through every lane and pane
if it doesn't
then push it a bit
with high fidelity amplifiers
and shout if you want
and raise cries
to touch the skies
let each wall around
shiver
with all it's belongings
and every window
shatter
with ears beyond it
no
it does not suffice
burst crackers then
of rinkle twinkle
and heart freezing explosions
let there be nothing else but sound
every bit dissolved in it
only sound
and sound
for the mother has come
or is it the son
it does not matter whom
it is the sound that matters
who cares if someone dying needs some peace
for silence is forbidden
only the mother being welcomed
or perhaps the son
knows why...