Every line speaks to me,
Whispers the right words
Tells me were to put them
On the page –
So the rhythm is superb.
Like writing raps,
Without the essence of a beat
No chorus in the rhyme scheme
Just entertained notions –
Emotions make the point I mean.
At night, while I try to sleep
I can hear the walls breathe
A light but steady tempo
With pauses on the 2 & 4
Inhale on the 1, exhale on the 3.
But I’ve never been a musician,
Don’t know how to keep the time
At least not correctly,
My toes tapped out of sink
When I sat to write this rhyme.