pieces precious pieces painfully painstakingly pieced

some moments that are so precious in their very momentousness the very scarcity of their occurrences and in such moments in such times i can only keep silent my every awed breath and wrap each of them up to be pieced into the quilt

and some pauses in some songs, so long you almost think it is over. until the breathy voice begins singing again, and then another pause in which you wait for the next utterance, but this time the song does end