Violin Y Piano

violín y piano stirring trembling insanity on the sprung floor, the leaps that lead to balancing feats that no one can top--- she takes her time leaving flawless & sculpted in her leotard making her way home to shower & get ready for the evening---her life is dance, her life is energy---a candle that will not die down, but simply will blow out one day on its own from so much movement in the wind. his fingers trace the beats in his mind all along the ivories & holding on his shoulder, the Stradivarius lets out its eerie melodies, like the knife edge raking slowly across the skin, causing goose bumps to form when the hairs are not being cut, like a stranger just around the corner waiting to have their way, like a wild animal in the forest who is out for blood. she arrives in a long dark blue evening gown & grasps his strong hands in her own, as they take to the floor---only a few lights shine amidst the moonlight casting in from outside through the large windows stretching from floor to ceiling. swaying together slowly, soon in sync with the music between them, intensity in their gaze, a pulsating beat within their hearts, moist lips & energy spiked throughout---fingertips dance each other gently as when a mute swan meets the water.