there was that one time
when that guy spilled the coins from his pocket
and even through the loud music
even in the dark
i found the coins 
because they sang to me
and later your fingers
painted me in colors that have yet to be named
sweet like candy coated sundrops
and every touch echoed
into the dark room creating tiny stars
that danced on our skin 
like music that was waiting to be created
from instruments not yet imagined