Scientific Art Poem by Sailing to windward

They see a mad man dancing in the park.
He’s no follower or leader,
neither bellower nor bleeder
He just glimpses light, where they see dark.

Where shadows burn bright,
and no walls form a room,
There’s a world of right,
somewhere in the gloom.

They sense a mad man dancing in the park
He’s no follower or leader.
Neither preacher or believer.
He’s just a piece of scientific art

A lone flying kite
- a swooping balloon,
colour shining bright,
dancing for the moon.

Misty clouds form; raindrops fall by chance,
threatening to dim the scientific art.
It only seem mad, this cold lonely dance,
‘til others join the waltz in the mad man’s park.