A flame of surprise

kindled in my heart

by music, music , all night as I lie

Chopin in the wilderness

Dreamscapes before my eyes

Building crescendos


Surprise, don`t ask too many whys

Crashing chords

Splurge consciousness

Through waves of paint, silver noise

watercolour on my page

watermusic in my head

The stately procession of stanzas

Leads neaer to passion. Hopes outlive hopes.


And I sit here making verse

Looking for self and roots in homelands

As all of us do sometimes.

No regrets.

I pick up the scattered bits.