I slept the
night off after the discovery,
But I wanted to
go through it again.
So I jumped across
the oceans.
And I drove past
the chains.
And there I was
again, where it had all started.
Right at the end
of the final subway.
Familiar tunes spoke
from the concert.
I watched the wild
tides from the doorway.
Then I went
backstage and I found the page.
I tried to reach
for it but my feet won’t move.
The music had
stopped. Just the crowd cheered now.
The lyrics had
hypnotized their fickle mood.
“Hello my
brother,” he said, in his glorious voice.
I turned around.
The star of the show had come.
“What do you
need?” he asked. “Is it peace?”
I said, “I need
no peace, nor no wisdom.”
“I need to write
my songs on that page too.”
He started laughing
funny but I had to talk.
But then a crazy
girl came and jumped upon him.
I think he was
stoned, he could barely walk.
He collapsed
with the girl, and he blacked out.
Upfront, the
stage crashed down too.
The show had
reached its high point.
“I love this
part,” I said, “as all lovers do.”
“So how’re you
gonna write? It’s so dark in here,”
From the frenzy,
came that voice again.
But the star was
down. It wasn’t him.
But it was him, it
didn’t sound feigned.
“It’s me over
here.” It was the page, blank and ready.
“Can you write
in the dark?” it asked.
“I’ve never
thought about it,” I said.
The page stared
at me. And I thought, at last.
There was peace
inside and peace outside.
It seemed like
some long galaxies of empty universe.
The crazy girl then
switched on the lights.
The page was
still there but the house was hers.
“It’s
beautiful,” she said from the doorway.
“What?” I asked,
and I looked around.
Words from the
page flew. She had caught some of them.
“Those are my words,” I thought. “Am I still
down?”