Doesn’t happen very often
Does fuel one for days
A spring of inspiration
An existence unexplained
Hiding in plain sight
Overture, delight
You came and you’ve no idea
Of the weight of importance
Broadly imposed unto your tiny shoulders
Can’t really help it
Help is what you bringeth
As a choice decides the tone fate sings
The echo starts to decay
Swung this far, further away
The pulse, fading rhythm
I tried to hum it to you
As I tried telling them
Facing ends only meant
It happened
And all the while
You and I
was tuned in
danDAman 