violín y piano

stirring trembling insanity on the
sprung floor, the leaps that lead to
balancing feats that no one can top---
she takes her time leaving
flawless & sculpted in her leotard
making her way home to shower &
get ready for the evening---her life is
dance, her life is energy---a candle
that will not die down, but simply will
blow out one day on its own from so
much movement in the wind.

his fingers trace the beats in his mind
all along the ivories & holding on his
shoulder, the Stradivarius lets out its
eerie melodies, like the knife edge raking
slowly across the skin, causing goose bumps
to form when the hairs are not being cut,
like a stranger just around the corner
waiting to have their way, like a wild
animal in the forest who is out for blood.

she arrives in a long dark blue evening gown &
grasps his strong hands in her own, as they
take to the floor---only a few lights shine
amidst the moonlight casting in from outside
through the large windows stretching from
floor to ceiling.

swaying together slowly, soon in sync with the
music between them, intensity in their gaze,
a pulsating beat within their hearts, moist lips &
energy spiked throughout---fingertips dance
each other gently as when a mute swan meets the water.