Moments Before the Lucid Chorus

many dieing night hours
I have spent beside you
sprawled out
between your covers
listening
as you pass into sleep
to the changing patterns of yer breath
and snoring subtly
depending on how much you've had to drink
snores thundering
before tuning out completely
you move still
feet tapping against the sheets
rhythmically
sending you into
musical
dreams
of tasteful notes
off screaming strings
and ball to palm
enchanting beats
echoing
across stretched skins
pounding drums
moving feet
into
moments
before
the lucid chorus