barely able to breathe
ten feet from the stage
in awe of her hero
she sings along with a sage

"its me and the moon,
she says" her voice almost spent
showing her gratitude in decibels
"she says she wont forget"

the notes feel like needles
they stitch through her soul
they hold her together
they're mending her holes

the volume increases,
the crowd closes in.
She help from screaming
she cant stop her grin

she follows this feeling
she fits in this scene
in need of no answers
the chaos strangely serene

He sings her thoughts back
and she knows she'll survive
even as the music fades
and the crowd dissolves before her eyes

she drifts out to the buick
onto a humid june night
and as rain begins to fall
she is sure she's alive