Is a reflection in a glass,
half empty or half full
or, like moonlight
filled with the stuff of dreams?
What is the sound of moonlight
dripping onto earth
down a silver stair?
What is the demand of dreamlight?
Emotion spilling onto sand or clay,
igniting roaring soundwaves?
Light coalescing into sound into waves into sea?
What is the demand of sky
dripping through twilight?
half moonlight, half mind.
Weave into vibrant fabric of a tribe of artistic dancers.
Fall under the spell of pure magic.
Silent night, peace and awe.
Imbue me with music.
In ecstasy, I dance to the stars.