the room is dark
the eyes strain to focus
a lack of sight is said to sharpen hearing, invoking a more conscious listening

the sound, somewhere between music and memory
provoking the state right before sleep
when the mind wanders through it’s past.

like staring into the dark as a child
the eyes suddenly snap focus
straining to find if what they thought they saw was actually there. 

slowly
in and out like breath
images take form around you. 

out of the corner of your eye
like night swimming bubbles rising to the surface of a moonlit lake
dreamy figures start to take shape

moving in and out of the space around you
weaving with the sound.