Pulse

No more BBC news.
No more cheap, fizzy booze
No more trolley-bumping blues
No more bargain-mad queues

The TV is off
There’s washing to be done
I have tea
I have Bach (The iPod is on)

Guitar strings plucked crisply
A fugue in my head
Preludes my anxious mind
For calm instead.

Overpowering the beat
Of a cortisol heart
Softening my movements
Challenging my part

Intricate simplicity
Demanding yet giving
Slowing my thoughts
Music for living

A tune from the past
Confident and kind
Playing memories, plucking heart strings
Time in other times

That moment in this moment
That past living here
Creating a space
A pause in the fear

To listen, to feel
Tempos setting the pace
Tranquilised neuroses
Finding my place

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