I hear the rhythms in my head like
silent tapping on my skull and
no one will ever know
what it sounds like when it sounds like this,
like (silent) ghostly little bits
of thoughts and games behind my eyes
like funny little silly lies
they say,
hear us like a dancer's shoes,
like ivory tapping keyboard keys that twist and turn in melodies of
one and two, three and four,
five we skip and six we don't
and on seven we repeat, but this time we don't skip a beat,
we have no feet but we still dance and
we are silent but we sing,
to melodies like one two three,
hear us and now we're
free free free.