A flitter of wings that beat against bone,

It reaches my mind and makes it’s home,

It thrums its bold dance and sings its sweet tune,

A melody that makes me grow mad as a loon,

It thrashes and fights for a place to be heard,

Of this brand new ailment I’ll need to be cured,

So I search for a pen to write it all down,

And I search,

And I search,

And I search,

Soon those fluttering wings dare break free,

And it’s singsong melody slips from my brain,

Leaving behind the aching blow of a song out of tune,

A musical score that lacks perfect rhyme,

So I scramble to piece the echoes it left,

But the performance is done,

And with a final bow, the thought was gone.