brilliant soundscapes through my ears
aqua thoughts ever-flowing like the sea,
weaving through my existence

she doesn't smile much but she sings
and when she sings it's a lot like magic
and in that moment the world is still.

my voice builds up from within me
with clipped wings that still wish to fly
tears in my eyes that I cannot understand

my dreams are filled with flashing images
of black hair -- dark eyes -- voice like silk
and maybe I'm meant for something after all.