For The One Who Holds the Tempo

For the One Who Holds the Tempo

You hear the silence between the notes we miss,

And shape it into something we can follow.

When the room gets loud, your hands do this -

Pull the chaos back to something hollow and mellow.

We look up not for the applause you’ve earned,

But for the way you make the unsure feel sure.

Every wrong chord you’ve taught us how it’s learned,

Turned into a bridge we can walk through.

You don’t need a spotlight to be seen,

The music bends wherever you decide.

Patient when we’re rough, sharp when we’re keen,

Holding the line so none of us slide.

So here’s to you, the ear, the hand, the guide,

The reason our noise finally learns to ride.

A complete symphony in every stride,

The key to our notes, our source and pride.

Beyond the Whisper