One hand slipped around my waist
As the music started weaving its magic
The other found my hand and clasped on
As our feet began to move in time
To the tune that played slow and haunting
We moved slowly and without haste
Silence now would seem tragic
Before we realized, it was gone
Our mind still dancing in the rhyme
As the music faded with its taunting
-yours truly 02.08.00
