National Poetry Month, day 30

I want to sweep words across the page to the swell and sway of my thoughts
Treble, darting ideas dancing harmony with the bass-drop beat of my heart
fast-twitch words adding snap to sinuous lines unrolling across the page
to fill and move your mind like music fills and moves my body

Holding this page in your hand, these electrons on your screen,
will your mind follow the lead I've written? How could I even know?
May the space here cleared give you something you can use; a moment of peace,
a kick in the brain, even just the pleasure of the poem ending.