You never know what starts it Could be nothing at the time A voice caught in a moment Something left behind Then somebody hears a rhythm Where nobody meant one to be Pulls the pieces out of nowhere And gives the whole thing teeth That's how it happens No map No warning No careful little plan One sound becomes another When it lands in different hands Take that moment Cut it open Find the pulse underneath Move the weight Change the pressure Give the rhythm room to breathe That's enough. I don't need to know the reason I just need to feel it move Something ordinary changes When you've got something to prove Not everything needs meaning Before you make it hit Sometimes you hear twelve seconds And know exactly what to do with it One sound. One idea. Different hands. Make it something else. Β© 2026 Katana~Buck Β· [DG 2324] Β· All rights reserved
