Nothing happens that day

When the lightning strikes at the heart of
When the silence reigns unbothered with
When nothing happens, nothing has the will

Same as a blunt head dancing in stillness
A lot is happening, but nothing happens
Scurrying to jump, but jumping can’t lift to land

No reason why, even though the cause exists
No vantage point to move in between
The world moves around, yet it can’t intrude

It speaks on the sidelines, calling for attention
But no sight can pull what already is away
The light changes in seriousness buried inside

Rustling the feathers to fly
Yet Nothing happens
Because happening is claimed

To reflect
To detect
To resurrect

The wait is long, the day is moving
And nothing happens.

The silence was wanted.
The stillness was motion-less.

What then… no, then… it happened.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~