With my finger on the dial tone now

I was decorating the sky
with ideas
Organizing melodies
of life
Ordering the air to soothe
and blow by with an old thought,
that tapped you on the shoulder
and made you look back again.

Then remarking again
on something that was quite remarkable
I had slowly stitched lace
all the way around your heart
Weaving the threads of rhythm
around your little motor,
to make music play
thru your amplified speakerbox.

But now I got my hand on the dial tone