Finals week.

The final night.

Bleary eyes and bright monitor,
clatter of the keyboard, thoughts transferred.

I have very nearly reached my limit. Creation is draining, and I have only so much left to give.

An unknown track.

My eyes widen.

Puzzlement,
surprise,
elation.

Wow, this is good stuff.

A heavy drum,
rhythmic and upbeat.

A clarinet,
teasing notes leading me on.

A man's voice, pleading for a moment of a woman's time, her coquettish denial.

Track ends.
I carry on.
Refreshed.