-Traum/aSDF

hung on still air
like a speckled
flock, thick, floating
waiting on just
a touch, new life
in a moment
unguarded, still
again, alone
fingers loose, arched
like cats, on keys
worn with use, ranged
before me, eager,
ready to live
a page in dream
chance lost to fear
begin now, press
push into them
and make them dance,
fly, forever
a name, just words,
lines in a face
words on the page,
waiting on me.