Every night she rehearsed with him In a dim lit
In a dim lit studio,
Enclosed with mirror walls,
He held her by her waist
And her hand
She placed her delicate
Bruised arms on his shoulder
He looked at her
And she at him
She saw herself
Her battered bleeding lips
And her swollen eyes
Tightened her clasp
And they both spun
As in a ballet across the room
She was the piano, he the violin
Made symphony as they moved
Light as a feather
Their feet moved on the floor
His face as bright as the morning sun
Lighting her face as he looked
He stormed in closer
And move away in an instant
Closer and away
Close and far far away
And close again
Moving his fingers on her delicate lips
As his precursor to moving his face
Moving it closer to hers
At a distance that only a feather
Could cross
He tightened his hold
Spun her around,
Sometimes gentle sometimes harsh
Sometimes crass, and brash
He smiled,
That smile, a caution, of a
Lift to the skies and sudden fall
Losing all control
As she lost herself
He laughed as he
Picked her up and tossed her
And held her as she fell
She held her hand on his chest
As he held her close
Didn’t skip a step
But missed every heartbeat
His heart danced
Hers was numb
As if it was a race to the finish line
They danced every night,
As an audience of
A million stars watched
As they moved
Faster and slow
Away yet close
In circles and in piano tiles
Through waltz and ballet
And as the night died
All that remained was her and
Him, his ghost
And her battered self
He turned into stardust at every sunrise
And she burned in the ashes of the sparks
That claimed his life
