Nursery Cadenza

Soon we had an emergency. A man was bleeding through his rectum, he got a bottle stuck into it and the bottle broke.

When I first entered the room to give his medicine, after his surgery, to check his pressure and breathing, I smiled... But then nearly cried.

It was Gregory Polarov! The legendary composer and virtuoso pianist!

I never knew the frail man that evoked such heavenly moments of light and green grass and blue skies with white fluffy clouds and joy and butterflies, the man that could shade the face of an angel and wage war against all beauty on a darker than night sky sonata, of all men around me... Was that messed up in the head... So much so as to stick a glass bottle up his arsehole and find pleasure in it.

I never thought the divine... Lived so close to our most mundane plagues.