Confusion

Have I just heard

The sereness of Shostakovich

And the beauty of Vivaldi?

Or, is it all confused

As now all I hear

Is the loud, raucous beat

Of drum machines

Banging the same endless

Noise over and over again.

Peace replaced by turmoil.

I’m as confused as the music

Surrounding me.

I think of her,

The girl I love

And a peace and joy

Seem to surround me.

But, yet in the same instant

I realize she’s not here

My peace is shattered.

I’m alone.

I hurt.

I’m in turmoil.

I want my peace back.

I want me joy to return

Like the violins

Overcoming the machines

I want my love

To hold me now.

I think of her and I’m happy.

Happiness that makes me laugh

And misery that makes me cry.

I’m confused.

28^th March 1997, Skegness, England