I meet her in the soundscapes, in the spaces of shared minds

Racing through the waves in my brazen winged chair

She sends me a soothing message when she fiddles with the blinds

Sometimes she lets me in

Sometimes she doesn’t know I’m there

If we expand upon it, it may never be released

A sticky thought that skips and then comes back

The garbled voices pushed together become a novel beast

Its cry hidden in every track