Prom of Peace.

The music came towards me,

I stopped,

Stopped and listened.

I was drawn into the passion,

The passion and emotion.

It could be felt,

It was so powerful to me.

The music filled my heart,

Filled my mind

With such power of emotion.

It was a statement by the cellist

That his country was wrong,

Wrong in attacking that place,

That place where the composer,

The composer of the work was born.

Even now, so many years later

The emotion can be heard,

As I heard it this morning,

As the Russian Cellist played,

Played Dvorak on that day,

That day when Russia attacked,

Attacked Czechoslovakia.

The power of music defying,

Defying war.