I've been having a dream about you, he said. Every time I sit down at the mahogany piano and let my fingers dance over the ivory black&white keys, I think about you and I dream that you're dancing behind. No, I dream that I'm playing the piano for a ballroom decorated in gold and silver drapes and cut glass hanging lamps, and beautiful elegant couples are dancing beneath the shimmering lights and we're one of those couples. You in your frock and me and my suit, we'd look perfect together- (but my dream is sepia tinted like the flowers and the earth I see in you) I think you're like the lotus welcoming her lover the moon, the legendary celestial celebrity couple (you look lost, permit me to be your map?).