standing packed
in anticipation
brimming a dreamy symphony

whispering the same
in repetition
silencing a misty cacophony

waiting
yearning
pining

to awake in the music
to dance in the echos
to shimmer in the ripples

to be alive

an orchestra in order
bows bent
backs straight
in attendance
in anticipation
in repetition

to wake up and dance and shimmer with life

for
his breath to surge
his eyes to rove
his finger to trace

to render her
tactile