The organ’s longest pipe hums below the edge of sound
twelve meters of hidden harmony,
rising like a prayer through four stories of silence,
its truth vibrating beneath the nation’s hymn,
unheard, yet unbroken.

An instrument broken for daring to sound;
its pipes spill secret rainbows in the shadows.
Notes tremble beneath the harsh baton,
their resonance stifled by fear.
Has an instrument ever lost its life
for the note it was born to play?

These societies are grand halls,
their light pouring only on certain pews,
while others remain in shadow.
I think of those who live in that low frequency,
their colourful melodies swallowed
by the orchestra’s demand for uniformity.

If these societies are grand halls,
then let them glow from within.
Let every voice—high or low
find its place within the echo.
No symphony is whole
while one sound trembles unheard.

For beneath polished hymns and sacred speeches,
there hums another truth:
a harmony too deep for doctrine,
too human to silence.
The organ still breathes,
its unseen pipes carrying the songs
that laws cannot erase,
that prayers cannot condemn.

May the conductor learn to listen
to hear the quiet courage
that lingers beneath the anthem’s rise.
For what is a nation,
if not an unfinished song,
awaiting every note to be played?

Until then, the organ waits,
patient and proud beneath the floorboards,
holding the frequencies of freedom,
where love is sound,
and truth, vibration.

Poem Description

“The Hidden Harmony” is inspired by the idea of a nation as an Orchestra muting the sound of an Organ instrument – which represents the unheard voices in our societies. It invites reflection on inclusion, empathy, and the unseen strength of those who continue to resonate beneath the voices of conformity and divided symphony. The poem calls for recognition, balance and the courage to let every voice resonate freely within the grand halls of humanity.

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