Precision in the chaos

In the distance a melody lingers,
the one where my anxious mind drifts away.

A deep thought rushes quietly
through one of its notes.

The music takes hold of me,
holds me still
and then dissolves.

—

There is such precision
in the storm that approaches,

stories already written,
confirmed by time
against the will,
and despite it.

—

The melody that saves me
is the same one that unsettles me,

being what it is not,
yet whispering
what someday it will become.

And in this moment
nothing frees us more
than rhythm
and truth.

—

I had never felt
such precision within chaos

until…

I lost myself
inside this song.