She draws melodies

What she sees

Lines softly singing from the page

She draws tender noise

in her own voice

With hands that are wiser than her age

She draws from memory

just like me

 

She thinks differently

Out of key

Making a rhythm where there’s none

She thinks overtones

in outer zones

Not quite believing she’s the One

She thinks frequently

just like me

 

She dreams harmony

What could be

Her singing high

Him staying low

She dreams in different speeds

of what she needs

Still, waking, she doesn’t really know

She dreams easily

just like me

 

She sings secret shapes

Beautyscapes

Hoping he’ll hear her when she calls

She sings storylines

with subtle signs

For someone to catch her when she falls

She sings quietly

just like me