stars no longer shine in our eyes but their dust glimmers in the fragmented memory of a past preciously secreted in our bosoms
those notes made discordant by the broken string of another’s guitar played out in the theatre of our hearts... but we have learned not to let them jar the timeless melody we composed over the years, chord by trilling chord
whirling alone, like a dervish drunk on spiritual wine, yet stepping in unison we stay true to that one song we have promised to keep dancing to
