unmoving changing into the moving

The concert was loud there was nothing to hide
Touching her face, trying to find
Where her voice was bringing her

She saw him, her heart was singing
Now the movement, crossing –
The lies were breaking on the floor

She rose to the challenge of walking,
Ignoring, all the other shoulders bumping
Because when she got to his it was God without the crying

Her hands cupped his skin, now he was turning
She was the only noise
“I know I’m waking” he said
she said “yes, its even better when--”
and he finished “its not a dream”