Empty Space

Empty space is a place I go when I'm trying to write a song The page is blank, the words exist, but together they don't belong I find a line, I find a rhyme, and in time I have found a tune It may be something at the back of my mind, don't rush it, it's still too soon The words assemble on the line, the tune begins to gel "Will it make sense" I start to think. It's still too early to tell. Distraction here, interruption there, I'm trying to set a pace The only thing that keeps me going? A return to the empty space. I feel as though I can't connect The dots that appear on the page It crashes down, a total wreck The pressure brings only some rage But then in a flash, inspiration succeeds, a melody starts to form The chords reemerge, the words all align, at last the song is born The instruments sing their own harmony, the drums help it march along And now as from nothing, that empty space has just become a song