A take on an afternoon with Lisa Gerard ...

'Lisa Gerard must have felt that...
Surely she must have...
Otherwise
She would not have done that...
Would not have lent her voice
To create that...'

he thought as he was riding down
The road...
One afternoon...
Easy one...

The sky
Looking like a mirror image
Of his mind...
Blue and white...
Accentuated Spring;
Only...
This Lisa Gerard theme
How come she
Dropped in his mind...
From up there?

'Can beauty evoke such a feel?
Of death?'
he asked himself...
'Can beauty be so much that one can hold no more...
One's little hollow inside is so filled
That one just wishes to die?'
he asked again...
A self propelled query...
No petrol...
No gasoline...
Only
A sense of a Being...

And
This Lisa...
A theme of rose petal bed...
A theme of a death...

he looked around...
The afternoon seemingly unbound
Horizontally out spread to reach life...
Got inside him
Gradual like a music unfolding...
A music of life and beyond...
The lanes...
The bridges...
The blue and white paints on pillars...
Lamp posts...
All seemed so beauteous...
Like a dope...
A medicinal equilibrium
Attained...
By His singular charm...

he looked at the vertical plane
Of his tiny existence...
'i am temporarily here...
At this moment...
Next moment i might be on another street...
And the next my co ordinates
They will change...
Seen from outer space
Who am i?
A dot?
Not even a dot...perhaps...
A miniscule microscopic creature?

Positionally fixated?
Am i ? Really?
Nope...

Who is?

Anyone? '

he thought...
Looking at the traffic on return...
Daily life
Slipping away...

'Nope...'
Came the reply...

And he did fly...
With Lisa Gerard singing a theme
Of a beauty...
Dying...
Evolved...
And
That feeling of death
Brought only Hope
Of Living more...

'what a paradox!'
he thought...

And he rode on...
Blissfully living...
Riding...
Dying...

And round that corner
Near a petrol station
he saw a florist shop open
And bouquets hanging
So colorful...
he slowed there...
Taking in the smell
Of the city
By blossoms kept-
Preserved perhaps...
Amidst the prevalent color grey...

and he rode on...