Flock of birds perhaps
perhaps a symphony
cadences hidden
rhymes sometimes
complexity in time
waiting for emergence
for a listener to be ready
for a choice to be made
the wait prolongs
sweat and tears
incremental pain
It happens then
a sudden flare
effortless
a song becomes sovereign
a formula making clear
at last
the complexities of before
Electrical exhilaration
and new tears.