Alone
she allows the colorful flowers to stream her legs,
sweet peas sway around her room
her only light scatters around like a stage
while the rest is covered in darkness.
3...2…1
she’s ready.
A tone awakens her ears
and each movement exposes the unseen
surrendering to new emotions
materializing a story
that takes her breath away.
The flowers begin to grow with each elegant step she takes
with new colors and smells.
Soon she is in a lovely garden
listening to the sound transform the wallflowers.
Minutes are passing
she has just begun
but then tone stops
her mind and body exhausted
and a nosy hinge interrupts her next story.
The flowers wrap around her leg once more
bringing her back
to the loneliness of her room.
back to the scent of sweet peas
to that scattered light
to the darkness
and the voices that start to walk in.