Songs

Midnight is when you have a song stuck in your head. Stepping out of bed, and it’s midnight. If I’m quiet, I can do anything. Like go downstairs and paint a picture! Brushes and a cup of water. Painting is when you have a song stuck in your head. The beat and strumming. My hand tapping the canvas. Something woke her. She heard me singing in my thoughts. My thoughts and paintings are musical. Going back to bed is when you have a song stuck in your head. The sound is low and about to end. The fan is loud and buzzing. So am I. When I go to the hospital next week, I’ll remember. By letting this song flow through me. Not sleeping. Just a song. And another painting I never finished.