My Work

It is early and the day is beginning

But there is no peace to be found

Trumpets are erupting

Instead of birds softly fluting 

I wake with a rush and a bash of cymbals 

Beaten up my head till I am dizzy with noise

Softly I wait for the sun to set

For the day to begin so I don’t live with regret

I was asked to begin

Begin what was needed

But the inspiration is gone

The trumpets are still

The life that was once filled with noise is quiet

The birds are twittering

And it is tortuous

Funny how the noise, once evil and devilish

Now brings laughter and wondrous amazement 

I wish to remember what it was like to be pure

When I bashed pots and pans on the kitchen floor

I was asked by my superior to think of something quick

For time is drawing near now, the curtain is coming soon

I am sitting in front of a blank screen staring back

Mocking my own disappointment as it lacks even that

But pure of mind and steady of heart

The idea will soon appear, that much I knew from the start

So I take a deep breath and the trumpets slowly creep

My old friend the drum beats steadily

The trumpets are louder

Ah, yes it is time to begin

And the work starts and the orchestra is playing

Time to go

Time to begin

Time to be the end.