Power of listening
You watched my lips move and nodded along.
You listened intently to the words of my song.
Like a chorus of comparisons a lyrical line you tuned in on.
An atmosphere, a paradigm.
How things have altered, became the rythme.
Praise be the forces that make us stable.
Thankyou to luck, to dedication.
To a passionate ensamble.
Thankyou to the dice on the right side of the gamble.
Now it’s laid out where I see half of the table.
I just hope it plays out to be solid and stable.
© G.P Williamson 2017