Piano

To speak without words
unmoving lips and stiff white teeth
in an empty ballroom
gnawing on silence

The lid thuds lightly
fingers skim reverently
tenuous bonds stretch. Tense.
Break.

To play is a duet,
A passionate tango
Where the world does not exist
And we fly on waxen wings.

Then comes the separation,
Between the sun and the sea,
The plunging arrogance,
To reach the peak

And fall with dissonance
into silence.