To be Without...

__________She held out her hand to him.

"Give me this memory."

"Only if you promise to share…"

And so they danced.
She traipsed on a violin's tears and he followed on a cello's sighs.
It was a breathless moment, silent and sincere…

Nevertheless, such intangible things could never satisfy him.

"Will this never cease?"

"This dance, my prince?"

"Our dance."

___"We‘re free to dream…"

"We're meant for each other."

Alone,

a single violin heralded the lingering words truth as he pulled her closer.
For this moment, he would have her.

The cello soon began to hum its rich melody though and the violin’s lilting notes ceased.

"The only sure thing is this," she whispered as their hands parted, gracefully executing the rules of the dance.

As was the purpose, he was confined to watch her beauty;
an empty space and sigh all that held them apart.

A weightless twirl, another bow, a curtsey and the looming questions were forgotten.

The entire world yielded to their sonata.

Even the marbled floor dare not grace their feet lest they stumble.

It was a sinister perfection.