I live in the space between sound
I live where you can’t hear the sound of your heart beat
I live in pause and rest
I live between the staccato
Between the very legato
I live in the place after inhalation
Before exhalation
I live between the notes you don’t listen for
The corners you ignored when you thought you were listening to the melody
I live between the movements of a symphony
I live between flick and swish
Above air and under ground
I am everything you cannot hear
Under the air inside your flute
Between the hit of the hammers
I dance over your strings
I live where you cannot find me.