The Soloist

music is saying

life ain’t so bad

I’m not interested in Mozart as an obituary

but as a spirit

he wipes the pidgeon shit from his brow

and he’s there, green,

as green and real as any tree.

Here in this tunnel, it seems somehow

orchestral, the cacophany,

I am part of the music of the city – yes –

but schizophrenically –

in music I am lucid, I am syntax, semantics,

in music I am saying

life ain’t so bad.

 

 

Written 13 April 09 – ER