A Symphony of Dreams

There was a mess of sound tucked inside her pocket, a potential tantrum that followed, tempting her stride to evolve into a sultry strut, an angry jog. Music stirred a monster within, a sleeping giant willing to bash the walls, climb the sky and rip down the inspiration that was needed to keep from losing grip on the hilt of life. There's a tone for every energy, a melody for any struggle, a harmony for new romance. ...And she would sing Letting her tongue dance along with her hips; Giving in to the sound and watching the sky melt away and reveal a novel reality. ...Even if it was only a dream. At least the intonations felt good on her skin, and eased the ache that burned within. At least the bass kept her body in sync, giving day the rhythm needed to reach the next night, where slumber would be met by a smooth piano's whisper. Where she would dream of dancing in a breeze colored with new notes, a scattered song of fancy abiding in the thought of making life sound a little more like the songs you used to play. -James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.