"Hear who honey"?
"The man singing in the beautiful, but sad voice".
"Faintly, yes I hear him".
"I want to look up and see his face"!
"NO, you must not"!
"But, why? He is so lonely and his voice makes me want to sing"!
"You must continue to look down at your feet and absolutely no singing"!
"Why"?
"Because it is dangerous and forbidden"!
"Why"?
"He is a non-conformist! He refuses to walk on the ground. He refuses to stop singing and dancing. He does not...does not...WORK"!!
"Why must we work"?
"We work so we can buy things we need and to be happy"?
"What is happy"?
"Being happy is having work, having a family and being able to buy what you need".
"Is that it"?
"Yes, don't worry yourself over it"!
"That, voice, why is everyone else ignoring him"?
"They can no longer hear him. There is our dwelling. I think it is time for sleep now".
"Okay, mom".
I am confused. I think I am dreaming mom. I am dreaming of the singing man.
He was not walking...what was he doing? His feet were not on the ground! He is calling me in his sad-sweet voice. I feel like I am floating. It is not allowed but I look up. I want to sing. I like this dream. I want to dream and dance. I am no longer asking why.
--Goodbye--