You have to pause, first.
You have to pause,
Writing the words
is like marking the notes—
all about emotion,
You miss the furious grip of the pen,
the angry pounding of the pedals and the keys,
those moments when writing and music-making
intertwine with hatred and fear and hurt and loneliness.
But there are days when it is delicate,
and the words don’t come rolling like a retching sea
but instead flow softly, quietly,
making you wait.
And there underneath the silence,
between the rests and the pauses,
within the phrases and the clauses,
lies a certain kind of magic.