McCoy awoke with a start as several alarms in the other room began to sound loudly.  He rushed from his office to find the girl awake and sitting up in bed.  Amidst the clamor she sat, clam and still, eyes closed, muscles taut, jaw set, even as the readings on the monitor above her head went haywire.  She opened her eyes as he approached, staring at him.  The alarms, quickly as they had started up, fell silent.

"What the hell were you doing?" the doctor asked, excited.

Lexxi cocked her head to the left, looking for all the world like a particular Vulcan.  "What the hell were you doing, doctor?" she countered, as if there were nothing out of the ordinary.

Flustered, McCoy replied, "I was catching up on the sleep I lost running around at all hours of the night until all hell broke loose!"  He frowned at her.  "That's irrelevant!" he exploded, "I'm not the one setting off alarms!'

"Alarms?"

"You didn't hear them?"  McCoy was incredulous.

"My mind must have been elsewhere."

"What?"

"I was making adjustments.  That…whatever you gave me…sure put me out of whack."

"Out of whack?  It was just a sedative."

"Yes, well…"Lexxi frowned slightly, falling silent.  It was quiet for several minutes.

 "Can I ask you something?"

Lexxi smiled slightly.  "That depends, doctor, on what you intend to ask."

McCoy sighed.  "That song you sang earlier.  It was pretty catchy."

"That is a statement, not a question."

"Stop that!" McCoy exclaimed, "You're beginning to sound like an overgrown elf I know!"  He sighed and began again.  "That song really seemed to fit the situation, you know?  How did you do that?"

"Very carefully."

"I should have guessed."

Lexxi also sighed, and then scowled.  "It's actually easily explained.  Music is my life, Doctor.  It's been an integral part of me since before I can remember, there is always a song to fit the situation.  Two songs came to my mind as I awoke that time."

"Two songs about a mind meld?"

"No.  They aren't about mind melds.  Just those few lines, isolated and put in the situation…then they fit.  May I?"

McCoy looked to where Lexxi was gesturing.  A computer.  After a brief conversation with the flat, metallic voice, Lexxi glanced at McCoy.

"Listen," she urged.

Soft guitar music was followed by the familiar words:

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence

"Isn't that something?" McCoy mumbled.

"It changes the meaning when you hear the whole thing.  It's more a view of society, isn't it?"  Lexxi didn't wait for an answer.  "The concept works for people, too.  Seeing the whole picture may change things entirely."

McCoy couldn't help but feel that this was a revelation.  "Why won't you let us see the whole picture of you?"  He was almost whispering.

Lexxi was.  "The pattern of my life, and the puzzle that is me…" Silence.

McCoy frowned.  The puzzle that is me.  And this was just a piece.  "What about the other song?" he asked.  Lexxi turned back to the console.  "Computer, record current file to disk.  New file.  Flowers Never Bend With the Rainfall.  Play."

Through the corridors of sleep
Past the shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
I don't know what is real,
I can't touch what I feel

And I hide behind the shield of my illusion

As he listened, McCoy realized that these were the same people.  And he thought about what ruled his life.

The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small

But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection

It wasn't music, it was an uneasy thought.

So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And flowers never bend

With the rainfall

The music faded and Lexxi commanded the computer to record this selection also.  She sighed and scowled.  McCoy almost chuckled at the sight.  Lexxi scowled in mock anger.  "It's very frustrating," Lexxi began again, "to find myself here every time I open my eyes."

"If you'd fall asleep normally…" McCoy countered and then stopped.  "You sure are perky this morning.  After what…"

"Don't," Lexxi suddenly became ominous, "remind me."

"But…"

"Please, doctor, I must make my adjustments."

"Fine.  I'll disconnect the alarms."  After doing so, the doctor turned and went back to his office.

"My locks are weak," Lexxi explained softly to McCoy's retreating back, "and they threaten to overcome."