Still Have Our Chopin

There was a time, in a shared dream both of us knew, nothing was as it seemed

Telling good from bad, By wearing a mask Blowing up buildings, Built in the past

Dystopian curfew, Stay home in bed Her ambient music, Stuck in my head

Prisoner Evey, In a museum room Cry me a river, The jukebox tune

She reappeared, from out of the blue asking for money, so nothing that new

Black cats and music, apocalypse edge paid day at the beach, life on a ledge

Trying to live without a muse 

Feelings are gone even the blues

Wondering how when became then

Still we’ll always have our Chopin

I don’t know her, Doesn’t know me social distancing, None of us free

Conspiracy babe, Guy Fawkes day A shaved head, heart turned to clay

It’s a film noir, Bogie and Astor All things wrong, shadows hit the floor

The tube train car, Explosives loaded tearing down statues, history exploded

Masks separate, True self from the rest Taking it off, Inspired and blessed

Mob in the street, do the right thing Her extremist rant, Isn’t how she sings

Poetic in a non lyrical way

just hoping for another day

Wondering how when became then

still we’ll always have our Chopin

Trying to kill us fauchi and gates fascist interference with our fate

Invisible killer, Life came to a halt Ignoring science, Who is at fault

Playing the right notes, At the right time Learning silence, Can sound sublime

Burned down my route, memory refined Chaos ensued, Two of a kind

V for vendetta, Natalie revealed Society crumbles, Our fate is sealed

A movie date, Losing connection Sitting in my room, Worthy of a mention

This is the age of social media, 

Not like reading an encyclopedia 

Wondering how when became then

Still we’ll always have our Chopin 

Three steps forward four steps back, looking for peaceful not crazy and what I lack

With me or against me, forever don’t know for that reason, I know i must go

Burning down my house, In a toaster fire Not knowing what to think, Nothings required

Baldy and pee boy, Extending their claws A brand new world, With much different laws

Licking a lollipop, Sharing ice cream Too much of nothing, Nightmare dreams

In isolation the poet appears Bringing meaning to meaningless fears 

burning books, memories rearranged

what we knew now is forever changed

Wondering how when became then

Still we’ll always have Chopin

Taking it all in pieces rearranged

What happened somehow changed 

What i will forever feel about then

Still we’ll always have our Chopin