Sleep Walk

It starts so smoothly as if a butterfly is winging down the strings. With the first beat of the drums a light delicate feather sets out to fly and enters my brain through my ear. She likes this strange beautiful music and dances to its tune. The man's fingers move gently and delicately on the strings as the feather moves serenely in my head; right on my brain; tickling the aching parts. She has lost her way but she doesn't care; she likes to wander around in my maze because my temperament is giggling. Hey man, I feel better already.