Pulsations

Can you feel the sound waves,
Pulsating through your dream:
The soft touch of a murmur,
The harsh shove of a scream;

The loud and jarring melody
Of a thousand blackened woes?
My skin begins to tremble,
'Neath the onslaught of their crows.

The tinkling of the wind chime,
Against my soul it shatters,
Reminding me of dainty
Elves and ballet dancers.

And can you feel the sound waves
Brushing upon your skin:
The slight hush of my breathing,
These voices deep within?