my mind spits

The orchestra starts

Warming up to

The unintelligible tone of

An audience chattering

And they are fine tuning

Unsynchronized instruments

Exercising their vocals

With syllables bouncing to

A linguistic rhythm of

Indistinguishable dialect

Cryptic and taunting

But the chords are strong

Consonants merging into

Vowels aroused high by

Words dancing between

The nonlinear verses

And I transcribe the sounds

Onto paper as they

Metamorphose into poetry.