A storm approaches,
Soft and swift
On wind-blown wings,
Wafting on cold air.
I can feel it,
The violent symphony
Of noise and motion and light.
Thrilling – exhilarating
In the rush of the wind
And the pound of the rain,
I can let the world go,
And for once,
Feel sane

Pressure builds
Air stirs
Wind breaks forth
In a violent cataclysm
Of motion and sound.
The storm has begun

River of Song
I try to focus,
I try to think,
To break the daze.
Take one foot out
Of the river of song
Long enough to do one dance,
Before diving in again