The dam of cadence breaks
from pitters of the heart
to skipping, soaring thumps.
And the patter of your feet
hurls from bacchanal beats
into the rhythmless dissolution
of stillness.


Because my head was abuzz with caffeine and would not let me sleep. :)
I like how this turned out. I might or I might not continue it. This seems like the final stanza of a longer poem.