To Twine,
The road upon, treading the familiar.
Footsteps traced along an ancient tune, but a newer path becoming yet to emerge.

To observe the urge.
As it begins as the tread begotten.
Near and aware in what will be called its history.

For tune,
A grateful pause along the heroes trail.

Made avail, parting the illusion in resonance.
Imparting to attune its tale.

A melody sounds to footsteps of tapestry.
Memories swoon to be heard.

Undeterred, a tune resumes