The music kept rising. His heart swelled, his spirit soared, and he stood up and turned off the lights. He sat down and stared at the screen in front of him, enjoying the darkened palate he had chosen many moons ago. Letters and numbers reached out to him in their simple moments of brightness. The song ended and moved on to a plodding track that seemed to rock back and forth on its steady baseline and simple percussion. He closed his eyes as the work in front of him ebbed and flowed with the rhythm, new patterns emerging and new ideas peculating under the surface of his mind.