Praise Derangement

Praise Derangement

Who turns up for the session today?

Is it precision or the mess of self-derision?

Musicians that smite and raise delight

Mercurial is the blight of a blinking light

I know when it’s dark or bright

Guitar weighs mahogany and I have to fight

Or it’s a nurturing feather mother

And the muse angels bless me with their dust like a lover

In that glittering cloud there’s no thought, only sound

Fingers find their way and I’m just listening, no mind

Do you know the chocoholic, alcoholic or opium-love-olic?

In common surely is the caffeine that drives music too

For there’s no world outside when the rush is channeling you

Let it out at an urgent pace in explosive creative grace

Is this not prayer too, more exciting than daily half-faith mouthing?

Heresy be damned for that’s an idea of man, in creative pose we walk with GOD!