This is the beginning.

The server pacing back to the line

Before the whistle blows.

The key turns, 

Foot clamping down the break.

This is that empty first page,

Before the book announces its title.

The opening of the doors

The sound of the crowded room pouring out.

The darkened theater,

The scramble backstage.

The crumbling sound of gravel,

As the car rolls up the driveway.

This is when the doc is empty

With the cursor still blinking.

This is the music rising,

Louder and louder,

Until silence breaks through

And the new melody begins.