As you were

I gaze on you in fascination
Ever seeking comprehension
Tell me where can you be found
In these pictures?
Lost in sound?

Which one is you in your disc eyes?
Which one the lion?
The one who lies
On a rock
And chants
The art of pomp and circumstance.

The new millennium arrived
In a raven-haired Jesus’ eyes
Not quite sure
Idealistic. Pure?
Making a stand.
A flame, blood red,
Cradled in your hands.

Time moves on
To two oh oh three
You stare in the mirror
We like what you see.
Shorn and set free
The gleaming black mane
Radiant, confident
Basking in fame?

The lion now is playing a lamb
Maybe a pirate? Sometimes a ram?
Is this one the family man?
The one who makes his bread with jam?
Tell me did you seek add vice
Consolation for her sacrifice?
I think I see it in your eyes………………

Four years passed since your G3 kiss
But mark the metamorphosis
The lion has become a bear
What answers lie within his lair?
I wonder what has become of him
The one who tore us limb from limb?
Confined, perhaps within his walls
Built to save him from a fall.

Tell me have I understood
This guy is more than strings and would
No tell me I don’t understand
You never would extend your hand.
To me.

(fyi - This poem is dedicated to G3 guitarist John Petrucci)