The Hum

It's so quiet when people sleep.
The air is crisscrossing
aluminum strings.
They are restless
while we rest.
They vibrate with the inconsequential noises
of the night.
When we toss
with our dreams,
it's not enough to move them to a note.
They just vibrate on their own.
They hum.
I wonder if my thoughts
are enough to move them.
They seem loud to me,
filling my head up.
I think maybe my whole body
is filled with strings, and my thoughts can play
them through to
my skin.
Will my strings ever
hum?
I think maybe only when
my head isn't my own anymore.
If I could see the strings,
maybe my eyes would just cry.