The Music Poem revisited

I wrote this a couple of years ago - have tightened it

A routine routinely followed

                     lunch finished time ours

A sun lit window 

                     shines through cool shadow

So lunch so finished

                     a summer afternoon veto

An unheard radio somewhere

                     forgotten plays forgotten corner

Peering into infinity's flatness

                     the carpets occasional pile

Idly flicked texture felt

                     it's dry dust smelt

Sprawled wasting and just

                     passing time and just ...

Ah to be good 

                    conjouring an expected rest

But the sun falls 

                    the bare carpet enlivened

But the sun falls 

                    exciting the paintworks shine

But the sun falls 

                    on warm open shutters

But the sun falls 

                    mindful through the glass

Mocks the instructed spell

                    with lights imromptu distractions

A proto lotus gained 

                    by a proto ennui

This singular my orbit

                    my childhood reverie

The sun my freedom

                    memory paces this time

A stillness of rooms

                    was my architecture laid

Now the known familiar

                    where I am here

From this outside lane

                    this shaped mood encloses

From its unsearched rooms 

                    my time is made

No pose can satisfy

                   the inner motion trapped

The daily rhythm is 

                   the daily rhyme was

I 'Listen with Mother'

                   I listen with myself

Solitary but not alone

                   nothing is wasted - though

No questions are tried

                   this formal love untested

Alone in this room 

                  alone with my obedience

The mind roams inward

                  to the ever music

So why these tears 

                  to a maybe Mozart

Erupting a known harmony

                  of a transient sadness

Mozart speaks and admits

                 He also had known 

And mutual tears fell

                The music is so sad

The music is so sad 

                and order is disrupted

Running to my mum 

                'The music is so sad '

In understanding she understood 

                 enfolded in her arms

The failure of comfort 

                 to equal the music

So alive it repeats 

                a repeated repeated happening 

Decorously danced and sung

               to suit my psyche?

A naked nucleus found 

              a lost calm congress

Of a sunlit room 

             an afternoons unaffected peace

A piece playing thoughtful

            playing the broken peace

Of boredom and imprisonment 

           The music is so sad