The robin flaps her wings and lands on the sill just outside the window

The endless streams of light and water pour in despite attempts at plugging the holes

Math seems futile in a moment like this one

Captured

Enraptured

The empty space makes sounds in the rafters like echoes in my mind

The scratch of pen and ink on papers next to me, but not mine

I'm lost in the sounds

Rhythmic

Intrinsic

The necessary dance of responsibility and rigamarole

The music in my mind makes its own steps

I'll dance to those instead

Solitary

Momentary

Bliss