Poems written on the subway

1:

Time flows on without me
Around, uncontrolled
And I am lost
Directions unmetered
Knowing around my hands
Drives life and love
With the briefest of touches
Whispers on strings
The tiniest of shivers
Leaving me, adrift
Breathless and cold

2:

The sound of drums
They're not the beat
The pace of heart
For in the line
Unbroken flow
More is held
Than in puffs of air

3:

When the music falls
And I can't find the beat
the air around me stills
Reflected in a frozen pool
suspended far above
and all else flies
unknowing of immotion

4:

water is the staff of life
but yet it does deny me
escaping daily, leaving
and, all else fails
mocks as rain
poison'd unreachable sweetness

5:

a thousand mirrors hold it all
reflecting uncounted time
a shattering doesn't break it
in and out dances the walls
and spinning it looks to stop
one vision shown in a glance
moving forward in a line
creating fragmented unity