time when it moves 

as if memory could call into another time

tap in so deeply 

so as 

to reveal the moment in a vastly new light

as if time travel 

was possible 

simply from listening to music


on a journey 

or sometimes stationary 

the world seems to be compressed in the moment of pause

as if pause was not stopping but slowing down to the point

where slow mo

slow motion into each subsequent movement

at this scale every action is important

every minuscule movement leads to something else

until you look around 

and the day whirls once more

spins around you


and the littlest subtleties become

intensely beautiful