they are not the same 

but intertwined

the symphony in the background,  her humming 

 

She is making some breakfast,  I am drinking coffee 

while Mozart is writing themes in and around each other

think  weaving,  think DNA strands 

 

I don't know how she can walk around the kitchen,

swaying with her eyes closed,

but she can 

 

they are not the same

her movement,  the music 

but in my mind,  they are one