Slight and light is the breath,
and there is nothing that is not uncatchable.

The sigh interferes, subtly shifting the subject.
Everything is in motion as long as the heart beats.

Again something takes over, you see it, let it go, don't see it anymore, you know nothing now. Then you sigh again, something happens, and the bush seems lower. 

Your grip on the pencil is easy and conscious. Out of pure delight it moves across the paper.
It makes a full stop now ...
And releases.