inspiration

I know you are there somewhere, you silk-lined thing, bejewelled in secrecy and fierce in spirit. You elusive, absent creature. The sky glows gold and I hear voices outside, a few trails of existence smoking up. Up towards the giddying heights of Flat 13, my sealed off kingdom, mine and Luna’s. The music of these words seeks something beyond the shadows yet where are you, snow leopard of the imagination? Impressive tales of online concerts, scores studied in depth, these newly discovered climes, zoom and zig and zog or whatever, where did others find you? Luna stares in his water bowl, perhaps your amber eyes return the gaze, I hurry to pour you out and search in vain as you trickle away. Memory is a funny thing. A language of words I haven’t yet learnt. My mission, to learn my favorite baroque ´n roll piece off by heart, the interrogating ´why´all too often present. This group of five notes, how they hang to that image, this corner turned as those triplets turn purple. If only this language of memorising had words! Yet ‘why’ transcends yoga, my faithful mat a place of worship. Worship to get those heels down… Fast forward the slow bits, the Om and the prattle, the slightly unsettling lady with her creepy harmonium. Push, squeeze those heels down, Om and Om and on and on… Luna gazes at me, knowing something I don’t. I think he’s found you without searching. You are present everywhere, ever stronger, the beauty in the unfurling blossom, blindingly strong. Wherever you are, land on another star, my favorite hiphop line and somehow relevant.