For a few serene seconds
I dreamt your dream of cane fields in Africa
Then it morphed into the usual crashing plane epic
A long dive mix
Of soap opera and casual heroics.

I opened my eyes and caught
An old lady waltzing elegant
I blinked and saw
A child of four
Jumping around in glee
To her father’s heavy metal band creations

I took a deep breath
More of a sigh really
And heard little children sing
She loves you yeah yeah yeah
Thought I heard your voice
Shocked or was it mere bemusement?
Overlapped then, by the sound
Of neighbors arguing in Russian in the hallway
Of a baby crying and a mother singing
All eventually drowned out
By the sound of four factories
Industrial jiving in my ear
Then a pop
Then another sigh
Then quiet.

Truth is
When I am sad, I write songs of joy
A battlefield of the senses
The power and the glory of chaos
I am connected, warped and reflected
It’s absurd.