dreams
One Mind
Music, writing songs, playing the piano saved my life. However, I’ve been slipping away from it all for the past few years now. Then it appeared in one of my bizarre dreams recently.
God reminded me of a
little spark that once saved my sanity,
a grand piano without life,
stood alone in the centre
of a bright room,
white walls, furniture shied away,
it was home for music,
a family’s sanctuary
a sparrow flew inside
to investigate the doldrums,
its beak inspected the sheets,
old compositions of my heart,
it also demanded to browse
through old notebooks
where scribbled lyrics
breathed out tunes and lullabies,
it closed its eyes
as it listened to the childhood cries
my mother then appeared
sat down on the stool and muttered,
“Play this. I’ll sing it.”
she handed me a piece,
my vision was fading away,
“No, Sorry,” the title was,
the chord progression was off,
it rearranged itself
while I fought with air to last
“That’s the wrong piece,” I panicked
and scoured for its first and clear draft,
she sat there quietly, oh, so patiently
as I scrambled for truth hidden in my craft,
the sparrow rested on her lap
and fell asleep during the commotion,
I succumbed to tears and snapped,
“I no longer have devotion.”
“Oh, but you must! It’s in your blood!”
mother cried,
words, phrases, poetry, stories
are way more important;
they can change the world.
“You cannot change the world with those. Nobody can. They are just preposterous musings, causing you more harm.”
the grand piano started playing itself,
composing melodies we had never heard,
the room went dark, the sparrow left,
my mother forgave, then disappeared
“No, Sorry,” the title was.
I must get to know you again soon,
once freedom danced in my North Star.
God begged, “Be kind.”
Yes, God.
But please.
Let me have only one mind.
Just one mind.
Only.
One mind.