Did I dream of Ornette Coleman?

I did my best to dream the right things,
I did the best dreaming,
For the sake of others.

Do you know that sometimes I play the violin?
I am not a singular omen.

My instruments keen and cry.
Enjoying improvisation.
I am inside the places that others will never go.

In my elevator of sound,
I move all the way through your life.

Even though I am slightly out of tune,
A certain discordance is a celestial dawn.

I dance in your head.
You have flowers in your sunshine.
You are a carnival,
My songs will weave in your hair.

I do not know the reason.
Cherry, Haden and Higgins,
Yes, another Portrait of the Artist.

Lillian Gish is here too,
Her face a droplet of purity,
Her tiny hand a hunger on me.

What reason could I give?
Only that I felt the power,
Moving sound,
My notes are malleable and strange.

I am put on loop.
Playing forever.

My instruments keen and cry.
Enjoying improvisation.
I am inside the places that others will never go.

In my elevator of sound,
I move all the way through your life.