In Dreams part 2

The "moonlight musician" was back, haunting his dreams again. If haunting was the right word. The feel of moonlight is interesting, not quite soft, not quite harsh. However, his musician's face is lost to him still by the shadows and colour-stealing moonlight. Although, in this dream, the dreamer is trying to learn to be a master musician himself.

The night colouring ones perceptions, the dreamer and the musician find their dance, their self-made song, an old one. Words said lost to the gentle blowing wind, the only thing remaining is a caress off a hand against a face, the touch of a smile against a crook of a neck, the softness of hair, silk-like, here sliding through a hand, the feeling of a desperate grip trying not to be lost to a sea. Words mean nothing now. The world is defined by two beings drowning, sharing a loneliness never spoken of.

The mattress is given a break as the dreamer finds himself being held close to his musician, in his lap, as the coming only unpleasant feeling fades quicker than last time. This leading to the explosions coming again behind his eyes, hiding everything again under a white shimmer. The feel of strong arms still around him anchoring him to this dream. Again, what is said is stolen by the wind, words of comfort, reassurance, compassion.

The mattress again holds two bodies, lying entwined in each other. A feathery kiss to a forehead before the dance begins again. Then loneliness fades for a while longer. The dreamer and his musician blended to a point neither can tell where one begins and the other stops.

The first rays of sunlight interrupt the dreamer's sleep as he wakes up from curled around a pillow. The bed is again cold and empty, there's no extra impression in its mattress. A faint breeze blows through an open window near by. However, he stays there just a moment longer than he should to ponder who opened his window when it was closed last night.