Silent Light

As i lie here  In my cold untidy room  
Bank statements, and poetry  
Intermingling, lie strewn, and scattered  
Upon the floor  
Like a reluctant orgy  
A barrel organ is playing on the radio  Like a haunting  
As ghosts of yesterday  Fill my mind,
reminiscent memories  Can be so unkind  
The wet, and windy weather without  
Reflects upon my inner storm  
Unrelenting In this cold isolation  
Soon This bleak solitude  Will have some reprieve  
As i try to latch on to some optimism  
As sweet music, and words  float through the air  
Embracing my heart  With the magic of creativity  
"If music be the food of love"  
Then i am a jacket potato In e minor  
Leaking soft butter,   Once my coat has been sliced open  
The music on the radio  
Suddenly becomes more intense  
And so In my defence  I switch it off And simply lie  
In the soft silent light Of my dragon lamp  
And return to my reminiscing  A chaotic opera Of memories  
With my pirouetting heart  
That now lays alone  
Like an empty fruit bowl  
 
by Jemia