Archive | December, 2009

Floating, floating, you’ve never been apart.

Fused and floating, you never will be…

The feet aren’t stepping, aren’t moving.

They’re gliding, skimming, drawing, talking.

A different conversation for each song

A new subject for each tanda…

A silence in the music inside,

All that matters is the dialogue, 

You look in on yourself

And the volume is on mute

But you know exactly what’s being said.

A flourish, a breath, a tear, a smile

All around is chaos,

Shouting, animation

The couple, you….

quietly making their way,

They look so quiet 

in this noisy world

You almost don’t notice

nearly missing their poetry

You almost don’t notice

How together you are

Unti the tanda is over

And that piece of you is gone.