I have marched to a different band
One that is out of tune and so bad  that everyone else went home
But I understood the shrill notes, the  mismatched beats
Musicians who won't read music or keep in time
Chaos touching places convention never knew
Evoked a calmness on my wondering mind
Magic happens when chaos becomes convention
For a moment   I am a part
But then I seek another chaos place to be
Until that too shall tune in on me