Her Orchestra

I see her at night alone in her bed
She conducts the orchestra inside her head
She sings to the walls that surround her room
Se sheds tears that feed the gloom
So enchanted with her music
So lost in her dreams
She denies her sadness
Yet I can feel her screams
The girl I see has dimpled cheeks
And the tears they fill them as she weeps
Even as she cries her hands sweep the air
The orchestra is still there
In her vacant stare

Bonnie Jean Higgins  2005