Happily self occupied, absorbed in my day now I ponder the innocence of what I’m about, Abstractions aside, there’s a sinister dysfunction In gliding with Mozart and yearning to shout. To whisper with wisdom in humourless spirit Enables cognisance that all is not well, To float with the Angels and dine with the Devil Moots broaching with whales in a torment of Hell.
Oils on a canvass in broad strokes of muted Cacophony’s clamour in tympani’s roar, The contradiction of peaceful demeanour When pulses ignite in a rage on the floor.
Then...... With impetus found in a midnight sonata The calm of a full moon’s light on the face Reason returns in a soothing dissention Of kindness’s kiss and the luck of good grace.
This man can engender the passions required To smooth the waters and calm the tides, Intelligent catalyst found in a teardrop Wherein lies the nourishment loving provides. This man can engender the salve and solution, Can rectify tormenting wrong in the soul, With warmth in humanity’s lyrical laughter In quenching the blaze of black anger's role.*