Music in a Dream

She floats in and out of shifting dreams cells,
swims in through fractal thoughts that summon energies and memories
that dance like the invisible waves that push ocean currents,
following on the coattails of a deep-consciousness mash-up
of
high school gym, a rock concert, an old boss and peer
who is trying to catch me but I'm hiding in my hood and sweating.
I sneaked in to hear the songs and
He's scanning the crowd, looking for me and he is going to
but just before he does,
the whole band

moves the music!
The crowd breaks free like a flood and the show
spills out into the outside;
an it's some twilight garden of Eden.
We run like children trying to find the band
desperate, fascinated, enraptured
we strain to follow our ears.

I wake up and I'm still trying to find the music.
Will I see her today?
Her instrument is the very air, the ether.
Will it still stir my heart like Stravinsky?