Relevant to the world’s events, which I am trying to ignore, here is a sonnet composer/lyricist Lin-Manuel Miranda wrote for his Tony’s acceptance speech, just hours after the Orlando shooting. (You can listen to him read it here.)
We chase the melodies that seem to find us
Until they’re finished songs and start to play
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us
That nothing here is promised, not one day.
This show is proof that history remembers
We lived through times when hate and fear seemed stronger;
We rise and fall and light from dying embers,
remembrances that hope and love last longer.
And love is love is love is love is love
is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.
I sing Vanessa’s symphony, Eliza tells her story;
now fill the world with music, love and pride.