Those days,

Those days,

When everything swirls in time

To the music

Not an external ‘acoustic’ opus

But an existential,

Pulsing rhythm

Running through your veins

As all the plates

Do the juggling on their own

The whole world spins

Harmoniously

Connected.

Youthful zest and optimism

Get you through the day

Even when it is cold outside

Ploughing through the traffic

Dealing with the garbage

The pain and the strife of life

When it is so tough all you want to do

Is curl up

On the sofa with a memory

And a stiff drink,

Buying some time

Before the song ends.

Those days when the music

Is as wonderful as you always

Thought it would be.

When warmth is the comfort

Of a lover’s smile

A kiss

Is all it takes to light a fire

When nothing could tear you away

From each other

Not for one heartbeat.

The sound of the world chimes with yours

And draws you closer to heaven,

Those days.

Before the flood of badly drawn

Characters

Invades the deepest part of you

When a concerto ends

And you fumble

Plates tumble

Shatter

Splinter into a million pieces.

The World becomes a dirge

A symphony out of time

A Blue Moon Sonata

For the nighthawk

With a death wish.

The swirl of it

The whirl of it

In continuous expansion

When everything moves away

Ad infinitum

And it is impossible

To keep up

Even with a key change.

Those days.