lullaby; raspy and amatuerish

it's a song i haven't heard before,

it's a voice new to my door.

the door creaks,

my heart whistles,

this melody runs like butter,

a girl dances through the windpipe of night

sends me into raspy, amatuerish sleep.

i dream with glee, i dream of she.

she - who?

can you really miss the elephant in the room?