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.