When I lay still,
in the silence,
I hear it;
It echoes in my head;
That melody
no one else hears
comes to life again.

It grows and it fades
with the movements
of the dancers that leap
in my brain,
and when their act is through,
the silence takes over again.

But the quiet
doesn't last long,
and I start to hear
a new song.

It flows and it draws and it colors
until the portrait has gone,
and as the last note is strung,
though there are more songs to be sung,
the beauty has put me at rest,
and for now, the music is done.