The Last Hallelujah
The right thing to do would be to play Hallelujah on the uke . Don ' t tune . Just play Don ' t find the lyrics or look at the chords . Just play .
But the melody wouldn ' t go with the chords so she tuned . The lyrics came out of order , so she looked .
The song unfurled before her fingers and throat as inevitable rise & fall . The mapping of life through the process of love . Confusing , mystical , satisfying and addictive .
It was , she thought , the perfect thing for now .
She caught herself crying in the middle of the last verse .
The song continued almost on its own tears were streaming .
She finished the last Hallelujahs .
A song so perfectly built it suffers our love our joy our grief our mourning our longing
36 THE CONE - ISSUE # 11 - 2017