it starts life chaotic, a flare
scrawled furiously on a napkin
translated in a language
of scribbled beats that few can speak
from that point on, the words
struggle to take shape and form
a smudged blot of ink here
pounded into a kick, the next a snare
connect the dots
take it slow
the rhythm within them starts to show
a crash, a hat, staccato flow
before
you know
you have
control
rein in the noise
the scratch work patchwork of melodies
and basses and keys
and riffs and hooks and samples
and strings and fills and breaks and builds
and loops and choirs and drums and horns
the snatches of songs
penned desperately on
notebooks, sheets, receipts and wrappers
reign in the noise