Help Me

I'm about to scream out loud
When the night sky intervenes
It points to the north
With glittery fingers
Which any sailor could see

Help me now
What is lost must be found
And I'm lost in the pattern and the pattern is lost in me
Help me now
Tightly strung or unbound
I must keep to the beat,
To the measures that are measuring me

Of all the spaces I fit in between
W here my fingers pluck music out of time
My favorite rhythm is the one I can't leave
To return to
To get lost in
To set me right

I must keep
To the beat
To the measures
That are measuring me