she walked through his dream
  and played the violin
   he sat shyly on the corner
    of her bed and listened
   to the rhythm of music
  that pulsed from the strings
he knew it was only a dream
  as she sat down next to him
    and smiled her gentle smile

they would never met
  in the waking world
they would always be strangers
  in different places
   at different times

yet somehow she would
  always be with him
    a small piece of
      golden thread
    stitched into the fabric
      of his soul

she whispered something
  of poetry to him
   and pointed to
    the clock on the wall
     of her room
    the second hand marched
   in its circle
  and the minute
stepped into place
while the hour stood still

he looked at her
  with a hint of sadness
   in the corner of his eye
knowing he would wake soon
  knowing he did not know
   when she would be here again

he went to speak to her
  but before his lips could move
    he woke up
      in his dark room
     alone in his bed
   his eyes still lazy
  stumbled around
  hoping to catch
one last glimpse of her

there was nothing there
  but the silence of morning
   his eyes closed again
    as he sat up
   and moved to the corner
  of his bed

he sat still for a moment
  knowing the hour
   was in no rush
    and he listened
   to the quite of the morning

and he smiled his worn
  but happy smile
    and from within his chest
  he could hear
  her violin playing
the harmony of her heart