daredevil stars jump from the heavens

   their liquid lives falling through my splayed fingertips

      dripping patterns in the wind

the flickering streetlamp overhead keeps time

   with the jazz playing in my ear

      sounds of the nightlife whispering dances in my mind

all the world sleeps 

   while I, I, I sing with the moon

      and dance through the cracks

         left behind by the dreaming

for the cracks are where true inspiration

   hides from those not willing to seek it

      for the cracks are where we fall

         when we have nothing left

nothing left but the desire

   to fly where others would stumble

      to create where others would destroy

tonight I walk with bare feet and open hands

   my souls converging with the fluid cosmos littering the empty street

      while my fingers work to write a new day