First Draft, third revision

Dark sound of your shoe against plywood stage
mark me aware

In the smallest splinter,

I feel a faint tremor.

This is how I tremble at your initial breath

The raise of anticipation for first word.

I as vigilant and awake as the eyes of an owls
Like a bat I feel vibrations carried by your voice.

Muted bar,
Forgotten jobs

For an entire minute I am suspended.

Lifted,
Halfway onto a watchtower
Dangling upside down
Reaching for the paper from which you read.

If it held on to your words,
And I crumbled it against my ear,
Will you speak only to me?

My ears itch
And I'm envious of waves
I wish to carry your voice as gracefully

Find patterns as similar to cello
As close to perfection as melodically allowed.

I tremble like the smallest splinter under your shoe

Just speak,

And I'm surrendered.