introduction

At my feet lie the broken shards that dreams are made of
they glimmer and shine like unicorn blood
On the grass they look like jigsaw puzzles
never meant to be put together
Road ribbons twist and tangle before me
some lay crumpled in my grasp, in my hands
just waiting to be thrown away, or recycled, or decided
In the daylight fear i sometimes find
hidden in the waking hours of consciousness
The light of the sun, the noise of the city
So loud that i can hardly hear myself think
Multi-coloured vibrations disperse and intermingle
And i am alone in the crowd, dazed.
Just me: the poet, the pianist, the confused.