A thought once lost to rust.
This mode once dropped for weight.
When brittle fingers snapped,
Baring bones in dust.
A body encumbered, a thought frozen in freight.

Bright strengths holds it fast now,
Blasting away the wasted time.
Now old words can be spoken in new tongue,
And more songs are begging to be sung.

There's something familiar in this new rhythm.
Fresh intertia shining on steel laid green and gentil.
Generous tempo pulling steam.
Phoneme click clack running under a heart race.
Breath keeping pace.
Eyes looking straight forward.