the melody will come later

the melody will come later

fingers rapping, my melody too quick to come
to embrace this rhythm of flow
my flow, no meaning understood,
no closure in the stanzas,
unthinkable.
the thoughts go on,
the rhythm finds me in my sleep.
i wake humming the current of life's seasons,
rhythm of wind, consistency of rain
and light and warmth.
sleep in your rhythm, walk in your flow.
the melody will come later.