Men,
Sitting,
Dressed in suits
On the subway
With gray newspapers
All at the same section,
Eyes darting over black lines
Like they're chasing an escaped ant
That has just reached the lower corner,
And they turn the pages at the same time

This
Music
From my mind
Swirls around me
And summons shadows.
I spread my worn fingers
To let in the desperate notes
That sound like the best kind of curse
And fill me with visions of power
And the motivation to fulfill them.

One
Moment
In one day
Can change it all
Even if it's small
Just one thing is set off
A chain reaction begins
And everything falls into place
Like a giant Rube Goldberg machine
And the final result is a new life