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