resounding

I've awoken to play you a song in my sleep.

Jagged and fluid,
the melody keeps,

memories and lyrics
and fanciful dreams.

I'll play you a ditty that reminds you of me.

The rhythm is perfect,
and timing is key,
my mind is pure madness
still peaceful, it dreams.

Not of colors or stories,
no images seen,
only shadows and tidbits
of pieces of me.