She says she hears music while she sleeps
and dances solo in dreams, freeing her feet.
She tangles our blanket and grips her pillow
releases herself to songs, no one else hears.
Maybe she can see every color of music rising,
plays buttoned up half-baked accordion tunes
and scales whole notes, squeezing the bellows.
She exhales softly through her bent river reeds.
Her heart sneaks up to a two-step beat which
drives her into that crow hop circle madness.
These late-night unconscious dance sessions
will certainly keep one of us up all night.