in the quiet between 3 and 4am i direct my thoughts to you
i
stretch my lungs with prayers for you to be
then i
fill my belly with pressing passion like singers do
hoping to move the stillness with a sound i haven't been blessed to know
yet
but i expel nothing but air
still
hot and empty
ahead of the time and forging the signature
you want a title?
well there isn't a hook
no rhythm
no bridge to connect us
we still exist in the light tap of the "next" button
between songs fading into one another
we transition within the breaks
between the words
in that small pause of breath before the big note
right there
there we are
and it throws off my two-step
because i'm listening without any anticipation of moving up or down the scale
i'm anxious to just hear
it
to close my eyes and experience
it
the culmination of waiting
at full volume
live and so alive
ready to belt out lyrics not yet written
on a page unturned
ready to just know the words
on or off-key
