NO RAZZAMATAZZ

 No razzamatazz,

No rock, no jazz,

No hearty laugh.

 

No gospel choir,

No harp, no lyre

No trumpet blast.

 

No heart wrenched soul,

No loud drum roll,

No throbbing beat.

 

No jive, no tango,

No wild fandango,

No stamping feet.

 

No serenade,

No cavalcade,

No great oration.

 

No symphony,

No timpani,

No detonation.

 

No mobile phone,

No smooth trombone

No howling gale.

 

No thunderstorm,

No blaring horn.

No siren’s wail.

 

Just me,

and you Lord,

alone in the silence,

wrapped in each other.