A Paean of Pattern

It's in this liminal moment
That wires begin to rustle.
To throw a rhythm upon a snare,
And make a bass begin to hustle.

What follows is a pregnant pause.
And upon intone of higher tone,
In to and fro in shimmy shuffle,
An electric lead begins alone.

I shut my eyes in reverie
That I may see just what I hear:
A sonic stream that washes sound,
For paean of pattern everywhere.1 2

1 This poem was inspired by Jeff McErlain's cover of Jeff Beck's Brush With The Blues. See https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOWSL-A7Adg.
2 I declare this to be my own work, entirely. In particular, no AI was used in any research, analysis, synthesis, writing, nor typesetting of this work. In short, AI was not recruited at any time in this work. Errors and inaccuracies are therefore proudly my own.