silent ovation

Listening to the rise
and the fall
of your breath.

Your life makes an orchestra of beautiful sound.

I don't want to sleep.
I want to listen to you,
forever.

When the orchestra stops,
I will stand silent
(my bones will scream 'encore')
in the silence.

Ovation, Mama.

Ovation. Ovation. Ovation.
Ovation. Ovation. Ovation.

Ovation.