The lutes are sleeping,
tucked in clouds,
where stars whisper secrets
only rabbits know.
Once upon a storybook page,
the cat danced jazz with the moon
and fish wore hats,
knitting dreams of flying toasts.
Dance with the invisible socks,
or hug the flavor of soft rain.
Listen.
Can you hear?
The unheard chorus hums under
the sleepy, yawning sky.