The Dreamer's Pen

This poem, In Between, is meant to be spoken over Pat Metheny’s Phase Dance. The rhythm of the words aligns with the fluid, improvisational energy of the music. Begin reciting at the opening of the track, letting the tempo and mood guide your delivery. Adjust your pacing to match the ebb and flow of the instruments.

Step in,
not forward, not back, but in.
The moment hangs, suspended,
a held breath before the leap.

Strings shimmer,
keys cascade like light spilling over glass.
Not hurried, not slow,
just the perfect in-between,
where movement becomes meditation.

This is no waltz, no tango,
no rhythm confined to a name.
It’s a pulse, a pull,
a gravity you can’t fight,
nor would you want to.

Each note curves,
sliding against the other like whispers
shared in a language only hearts understand.
Not spoken, not sung—just known.

The beat rises,
but it’s not asking you to follow,
it’s asking you to listen.
To the spaces between,
to the silence that dances with the sound.

You turn,
not lost, not found, but caught in the tide.
A duet between your breath and the unseen,
between your longing
and the infinite.

Let it carry you,
your steps unmeasured, your thoughts undone.
This isn’t a song; it’s a place.
A phase, a shift,
a dance between worlds.