Song of Dreams

There was music in my dream
Opening eyes break the stream
The sudden silence as I awake
Wishing the song I could take

There was your face in my dream
For a moment it really did seem
Turned to shadow in morning light
You had been beside me that night

I want to draw your face here
Neither art nor photo shows how dear
So that my poem will be beautiful
As you are when the music is pitiful

Your face was the music in my head
Dancing synapses as I lie in bed
I wish to hear that magical tune
To be hearing your voice again soon