Asleep, I'm the witch that weaves an incantation with her melodies.
Awake, I hum along to the radio.
Asleep, I'm the woman gyrating her stomach to exotic rhythms.
Awake, I tap my foot to the beat.
Asleep, I'm Pavarotti, belting out the most complicated masterpieces.
Awake, I sing only in the shower.
Asleep, I entice snokes out of clay jars with complex songs.
Awake, I run from lizards.
Asleep, I'm a rock star vocalizing powerful stories.
Awake, I drive silently in my car.
Asleep, I awake to cymbals crashing.
Awake, I'm put to sleep by lullabies.