Puzzle

There is paint on my thumbnail 

As I eat breakfast at the airport

Early morning flight to New York

Recalling the delicious fever

Of attention focused on nothing

It somehow all fits together 

I not expecting or wanting

A power to overtake me 

Yet my soul craving full embrace

Rounded pieces of memory not

Always fitting together 

Nonetheless begging for solution

Onboard and listening now 

Bose cancelling flight announcements

Annie Lennox ghosts a whiter shade

Mind drifting to images of you

Staring intensely at scattered pieces

One shaped like mouse ears

I feel the Lord of all music

Playing chords deep within my core

A place beyond words...

Manhattan skyline beckons 

Day tripper coursing through

Rain-soaked clouds

Finding missing edge piece

Only briefly hidden

Among jagged lines 

Waiting for your soft hand

To lift it from chaos 

Sublime order restored