You Can Be A Genius And Be Sane
Watching Monk and watching self,
One senses that one can have genius
And be sane.
The brain its own,
To nail the themes
Your thought-extremes deem right.
Monk plays and pounds
In rhythmic spasms;
Clowns around, a whirling world
Of peaks and chasms
Hell or heaven sent,
Forever in his moment.
Yet you can be a genius;
Calm and tidy, rational, articulate,
Well coordinated and athletic;
All of these down to your knees,
Your genie with you when you please;
Your central point, your solo want,
To use as it befits a genius
In whichsoever form is yours.
Monk plays “‘Round Midnight”