I had this dream last night.
We were practicing a duet. Our
instruments gently complemented
each other, fading from the
foreground to the background,
the running lines you played
underscored by the chord issuing from the piano,
and then, without warning,
I ran over to you, and
kneeling at your side, I grabbed your shoulders
and cried "are you alright?"
Your eyes fluttered open, and
with a curious smile, you said, "I'm fine."
And I said, "Okay."
I wish I could remember that song.