An empty ballroom. The silence deafening.
The musicians assemble one by one
First the strings, then the woodwinds.
Even a piccolo. And clarinet add to the mix.
The foreboding sounds of an orchestra practicing.
My soul trembles.
Our partnership sealed in an intimate waltz.
Your touch. Your reassuring face. Your breath.
Only you know what no one else can.
Our union intricately woven in a dance so
Exquisite, tender and affirming.
The doctors say you are okay.
I know differently.
You are so stoic. A rock throughout.
The tears trickle down my face.
A variation in a dance turned somber.
Losses relived throughout the years.
Nothing compares to this.
Never give up. Even now against all hope.
Together still.
An opening inside my heart transforms my fear
Even this dance can be beautiful.
Two spirits never really part.
The music is now my strength.
We dance again.
The musicians assemble one by one
First the strings, then the woodwinds.
Even a piccolo. And clarinet add to the mix.
The foreboding sounds of an orchestra practicing.
My soul trembles.
Our partnership sealed in an intimate waltz.
Your touch. Your reassuring face. Your breath.
Only you know what no one else can.
Our union intricately woven in a dance so
Exquisite, tender and affirming.
The doctors say you are okay.
I know differently.
You are so stoic. A rock throughout.
The tears trickle down my face.
A variation in a dance turned somber.
Losses relived throughout the years.
Nothing compares to this.
Never give up. Even now against all hope.
Together still.
An opening inside my heart transforms my fear
Even this dance can be beautiful.
Two spirits never really part.
The music is now my strength.
We dance again.
*Deb Artz was a member of the audience on September 4th, 2014 at the Center Stage Theater in Santa Barbara California.
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