• On any day of no particular tune
    My feet walk a weary path
    Back to my oasis in the desert
    Back to my silk cocoon
    To my sanctuary
    Where I can't hear the angry shouts
    or the dirty talk
    Where my heart doesn't hurt
    Where the spirited notes come
    To take me to my wondrous play

    The subtle rustling of the sheets
    The mist of the cushions
    The enthusiastic glare of the light
    The faint scent of fresh linen
    And exotic jasmine
    Are are minute extras
    In my wondrous play

    The loud orchestra of feelings
    Intensity saturated
    Expressed through hot wires
    And cold plastic
    The undermined bass
    Tracing the basic pattern
    The sophisticated piano
    Weaving the solid back
    The eccentric guitar
    Sewing the neon thread
    Building the backdrop
    In my wondrous play

    My hands move like magic
    My thoughts like sunrays
    At the start of the interlude
    My thoughts are leisurely and paced
    The symphony crescendos
    The stage slips away
    Revealing delirium
    Insanity at best
    My thoughts are a shamble
    Utter chaos and disaster
    Rising! Rising! Rising!
    Until it breaks
    When the after shock subsides
    The notes are gentle
    The peace of destruction
    The thoughts quiet down
    My hands nod off
    My orchestra stops
    And so does the show
    Of my wondrous play