Silent as a stringed instrument,
I am untouched, unshouldered, incomplete and wooden--
Hear it in my breathing that gleaming in the moonlight is not enough.
There are a million pitches and tones that I could be,
But tonight, there is only one.
Gather me in,
Be my Blue Fairy--
Allow me the knowing that when I step off of the shore of myself,
You will be my welcoming opposite bank.
You are a woman, my mirror,
But the other side of the mirror--
Your body is the home I curve into,
A treble clef from which
All of my music proceeds.