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she's dancing
her heart madly in love with life
beating to the rhythm of music only she hears

as I watch her I can almost feel it
she's unaware of it
but she's my music
I can't dance
my heart does not beat like hers

I observe and translate
movement into words
my life, on paper


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nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,
wind rustling the remaining leaves
gnarly branches,
black against the moon

the sweetest dreams,
taking residence in my heart

you & I
an impossible possibility
the sheets will not reveal my secrets

In silence

never would there evermore
a song upon a breeze
for music has forsaken us
went lost among the trees

now darkness has surrounded us
and vanquished all the light
in silence now we just await
the visitor in the night