in the quiet

when the voices 

get too loud

I wish that 

I could 

give you music

to draw the sense

out of the noise

from the chaos

that dances between

the knocking of 

the ghosts

cold at your door

and the absence 

of heartbeats 

in between

to tame them

into rhythms

that make 

melodies of screams

in the alchemy 

you've used on me

that converted 

sleepless nights

to songs

and resurrected 

broken-legged

fantasies

to dreams 

that remembered

how to dance